Mediterranean Cashew Spread | A Friendship Link Up

Today Becca over at The Dabblist and I are linking up to give you some cashew magic.  Did you know that you can make cheese and dips and spreads out of cashews?  I sure didn’t.  It’s just a little magic that happens when you soak your nuts. I could edit that to sound less dirty, but I am just going with it. Call me Tobias Funke.

The truth is, I was scared.

Becca and I started doing something called The Friend Diet. In short, we would send each other texts of all of the meals and snacks we ate during the day. The goal was just to be held accountable for all of things we decided to put in our faces. It turns out that we are just really good friends and support each other through our love of cheese, baked goods and the occasional milkshake. In times of green juice or in times of cookie cake, I got your back friend. You my girl. 🙂 […]

Curried Delicata And Sweet Potato Bisque

Let me be straight with you.

This recipe was created for the sole purpose of using my brand new immersion blender.

I had a very domestic birthday. I received a sewing machine (note: I totally sewed that place mat you see there. The hems are ALMOST straight. Pretty much a professional.) a three piece cupcake carrier, an immersion blender, tart pans, ramekins and a collection of amazing cooking and food styling books. (Oh, and a hangover. We will get to that in another post. Coming to you soon.)  Serious jackpot. I had never used an immersion blender before, but knew it was something that I wanted to try.  Who likes to puree their soups two cups at a time in a semi functional blender?  Not this girl.  I’ve scalded myself multiple times.  I have hot soup battle scars. I can be kind of a hot mess. My parents always said, “there’s a reason we didn’t name you Grace.”  I would like to say that comment is rude, but it is just ever so true. Darn it. […]

Balela | A Recipe For Friendship

 

I made a new friend! *clicking heels* (Note: I can’t actually click my heels in real life.  I can, however,  high five enthusiastically and dance spastically to anything with a beat.  Salt N’ Pepa preferred.)

Making awesome new friends is a big deal.

When we were kids making friends was easy.  We were all thrown into a small space to learn things together.  We complimented each other’s slap bracelets or New Kids on The Block T-shirts and BAM, friendship.  Easy. We go to middle school and we all bond over boys and baby doll T-shirts and an intense love for the band TLC (maybe this was uniquely my experience, I won’t put that on you.  I WILL say that I subscribed to VIBE magazine for a suspiciously long amount of time.) We travel onto high school where it is more boys, tight pants, musical theater,  Cliffs Notes, and the notion that parents simply just don’t understand.  College comes around, and every one of us freshman is so freaked out that you have instant besties by day one.  It’s almost like you grab onto the first person you see (usually your roommate) and figuratively (or literally) hold hands and walk the mean halls together.  Of course, by the first week of college, you usually realize that you have made a rash decision by adhering yourself  onto the first person you came in contact with.  Maybe that person turns out to be selling drugs out of your dorm room closet.  Maybe they decide to cook very suspect and fragrant ethnic foods in the room using nothing but your rented microwave and a rice cooker.  But, no worries… everyone is on the hunt for new besties.  Your people are out there.   You find them. […]

Gin & Juice With Pomegranate and Lime

So, we did it.  We made it to the weekend.  *Clicking heels together!!*
Maybe you had a rough week.  Maybe you felt like you couldn’t get ahead.  Maybe you got egg yolk in your freshly washed hair…twice.  Maybe you made a holistic decision to try and cure your sinus headaches with peppermint oil.  Maybe you used too much.  Maybe you somehow managed to get that peppermint oil  not only UP your nose, but also all over your lips and in your eyes.  Maybe the only way to remedy the burning in this situation was to put Greek yogurt on a couple of Q-tips and shove the Q-tips up your nose.  Maybe (definitely) your dog insists on humping your leg if you look at her the wrong way.   The mother and daughter relationship starts to get weird. She’s five months now, and her hormones are flowing free.  You wish you could just leave a copy of “Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret” in her crate, but she never learned to read human. […]