Category: That’s delish.

My new best friend.

Is a rotisserie chicken. I know, I know, you guys have thought of this a zillion times. But the idea of buying a cooked rotisserie chicken and using it all week was a phenom to me. You know, this whole cooking at home this is going pretty well so far. Last Thursday and last Friday

Top 5 Friday: Foodie Blogs

I’ve decided that I want to add more foodie blogs to my google reader. [Our grandparents would totally not understand that sentence.] I have a few that I read and LOVE, but I want more More MORE! With my new I cook or I don’t eat situation, I want to see pictures of beautiful healthy

Inciting incident.

When I read Don Miller’s book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, it kinda changed my life. Great books will do that. I would insert about fifty quotes here if my copy of the book wasn’t in some storage unit on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. [Books are heavy. Very few made

Equally as serious: Big Top Cupcakes.

Thank you for your kind words and thoughts and prayers and emails regarding yesterday’s post. I don’t think you come here day after day to hear me whine about unhealthy thought patterns, but I appreciate you giving me a few days to emotionally vomit all over you computer screen. Today we feature something of equal

Hawaiian moments.

[I’m not done talking about our dreams. But give me a few days….] There are a few moments I want to share with you from our trip to Hawaii. Do you recall this moment when our family rode in a big canoe? Here we are. So fun, right? Then, our canoe sank. And because my

I drank a piece of cake.

A few things before we get to the topic at hand [I literally DRANK a piece of cake!]: – I read every.single.thing you recommended last week. Thank you so much. – For your sweet comments regarding my soon-to-be-released book, thank you so much. – For your co-love of Mumford & Sons, thank you very much.

Before it’s too late fruit salad

That’s not the official name. I just have meant to share this recipe for a few weeks and I’m worried that if we don’t go ahead and get this out there, we will miss the fruit salad window. [I wish I had a fruit salad window. I bet that would be lovely.] Asked to bring

Post-Sunday sundries

Part A: I’m 30. Thank you for all your sweet words on my birthday last week. I can’t wait to tell you all about the party my dear friends threw for me. It blew me away. For realz. Here’s a teaser to whet your appetite. I mean, are you dying or are you dying?!? How

Snack Attack.

I had an awesome weekend. A good friend came in town for Saturday and Sunday morning and then I headed to the pool Sunday afternoon. [side note: blogging about that tomorrow. preview: I proposed to a man in the pool.] I absolutely love the snack attack feeling that occurs post-pool time. I recall a day

Usurped by granola.

I intended to blog poetically today. And instead, I spent the entirety of my evening volleying between my couch and the kitchen, setting the oven timer for 8 minute increments- attempting to make homemade granola. I think, to give you the full picture of my experience, I should mention these things. a) I didn’t have