You know that old saying “opposites attract”?
That’s real.
My idea of the perfect breakfast is a leftover steak I take out of the fridge and eat cold. Usually with my hands. I’m not ashamed. My father likes to get on me about it being very “National Geographic”, but… you gotta do what you gotta do. Follow your bliss, right? My bliss just happens to come along with cold steak juice dripping onto my nightgown in the AM. We all have our things. […]
So, butter.
We have a history.
This weekend I was hanging out with my family, and these words were inevitably spoken to me:
“Hey, Gina! Remember how you used to sneak into the fridge and leave finger prints in the butter container?”
Yes. Yes I do. It went something like this…
I would wait until no one was in my grandparent’s kitchen. I would sneak over to the fridge and pray that the large tub of Country Crock was within my stubby-four-year-old-arm’s reach. If it was, I would sneakily remove it from its place in the fridge and bring it over to the kitchen table. Silently, I would remove the top off of the tub of butter. Eureka! I would dip my fat little fingers inside of the container and eat the butter off my hands. Carefully, I would put the top back on the container and make sure to place it back where I found it in the refrigerator. My four-year old self did not understand that I had left substantial evidence of my shenanigans behind. There were little finger divots and prints left in the butter tub. I was the only four-year-old that frequented that house. I was caught red-handed. Several times. I will also NEVER live this down. […]
Let me start off this post by openly acknowledging I’m a hot mess.
My desk is usually a sea of papers. Most of these papers are recipes either printed out or crudely scrawled with a sharpie onto the backs of envelopes or pieces of junk mail (you never know when inspiration will strike, right?). There are composition books filled with ideas and more than likely at least four drawings of polar bears in pant suits. I am constantly cleaning up the mess and thinning down the horde, but it always seems to come right on back. I will call this my process. It’s a messy process, but it gets you Cheesy Cauliflower Bakes and Peppermint Patty Brownies. I vow to myself at least once a week to get it together and type my recipes directly into a very organized folder on my desktop. This doesn’t happen. It’s not as much fun. It’s so much harder to doodle cupcakes and pandas in the margins of the page of a Word document. It’s all part of my flow.
This morning, I woke up hell-bent on sharing this cookie recipe with you. I’ve been sitting on it for a few weeks and I figured it was just time. Fridays are the time to start dreaming about chewy-gooey cookies. It’s a fact. […]
