Smoked Salmon Salad in Avocado Boats
Did you hear that?
That distant scream was me flying from Barcelona to Venice this morning! Hopefully I’m now sitting by a canal somewhere, sipping a Coke Zero and unwinding.
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Lemon Shortbread Crumble Bars: The ULTIMATE Lemon Lover’s Dessert!
Lemon Shortbread Crumble Bars: The ULTIMATE Lemon Lover’s Dessert!
I wrote this post as part of the Plugrá Butter Brigade. Thanks, Plugrá, for sponsoring this post and for making my favorite butter!
Do you guys brush your dog’s teeth? And if so, when? When the crap do you do that? Just to be clear, this isn’t a rhetorical question. I need an answer.
And to be clearer, I want you to respond, I know, right? I KNOW. When do people do things like that? and not, I do it twice a day: in the morning right after churning my butter and puréeing my organic baby food for the day, and in the evening right before I settle in to hand-weave baskets for my Etsy shop.
Mediterranean Baked Sweet Potatoes
Mediterranean Baked Sweet Potatoes
Burning campfire air and cricket forest song as we picked our way over the gravel road with bare feet. Hopscotch hopscotch hot coals until we were on solid ground in front of the campground’s swing set, abandoned in the dusk. The trees, heavy with pollen, were outlined in the fading light all around us.
Tamara claimed one swing and I jumped on the other. On the way up to Cane Creek in the back of her parents’ car, we had pointed out every Ford on the road with glee. Each car was a vehicular homage to the object of our 6th grade affection, Brandon Ford, a short blonde kid with freckles. Screaming, “FORD!” and dissolving into giggles was the closest either of us would ever come to being Brandon’s girlfriend (sad, I know), so we relished it.
Lemon Blueberry Fluff Bars
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Lemon Blueberry Fluff Bars
Home Ec. messed me all up. Do you remember Home Economics class? Where you learned to wash dishes and bake cookies and parent an egg-with-a-face-drawn-on for a week? The teacher didn’t realize that egg babies are easily replaced after regrettable incidents on the bus. Ahem.
Coconut Cheesecake Breakfast Braid
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Coconut Cheesecake Breakfast Braid
So many holiday mornings of my childhood were spent climbing into the car with my dad to drive over to the French Bakery. I think it had an actual name other than “French Bakery,” but that’s all we ever called it. We drove down Sharon Amity Road and turned right onto Albemarle. From there it was a short trek to the little strip of shops out in front of Eastland Mall where the bakery entrance was situated under a big arch. As soon as we walked in I was transported to France.
Really, I had never been to France and didn’t know much about it. But Elliott Erwitt’s iconic print, Provence 1955, hung on the wall and I knew that was quite French. Just look at the bicycle! The baguettes! The beret! And the ethereal perfume of freshly baked pastries — not just any pastries, but the ones with the dark golden sweet crunch on the outside and perfect flaky layers on the inside — was undoubtedly French! So what I mean to say is, I was transported to the France of my imagination.
