Philly Fluff Pound Cake: Because it’s Tuesday.


My friends! My little friendy friends.

I need to come clean here: I don’t bake.

Allow me to be more precise: I find baking to be totally, completely, utterly, horrifyingly terrifying. Was that too vague for you? Fine. I shall expand further: When I’m cooking, I’m in control. I can taste what I’m cooking, add a little something, try it again, let it simmer, try it again, tweak it further, and finally deliver something to my mouth – and, god forbid, someone else’s mouth – that I already know is delicious. I know, because I tasted it. And it tasted effing great. Continue reading “Philly Fluff Pound Cake: Because it’s Tuesday.”

Interior Design

How Very Pinteresting


As someone who currently lives in the Bay area (and, as a direct result, can forget about buying a home for several years at this point), I spend an inordinate amount of time scrolling Pinterest for the kind of home that I’d like to live in now someday.


Several years ago, this was how I pictured my future house – and to be honest with you, I don’t know that my taste has changed all that much. However, I would like to think that I have refined my style at least a bit since graduating from college (where all of my rooms were somewhat reminiscent of a rainbow explosion), and so I use Pinterest to torture myself collect any new thoughts I have about the house I’ll never have own someday.

(Can you read between the lines? I want a house NOW. www dot now dot com.)  Continue reading “How Very Pinteresting”


Dark Chocolate Salted Peanut Butter Cups (Gasp)


Well, I’ve really gone and done it now.

Here’s something that I want to know: why don’t regular Reese’s peanut butter cups have the same peanut-butter-to-chocolate ratio as the Easter Reese’s peanut butter cups? The regular ones seem totally fine until you buy the Easter egg-shaped versions that are available approximately 3 weeks per year, wherein you realize that you have been completely HOODWINKED by Reese’s and they’ve been holding back this whole time.

I hope that the fact that I have already spent this much time harping on about peanut butter cup equality will drive home why I bothered making these myself.


These peanut butter cups make me want to lock myself inside my house and not let anyone else in until they’re gone. Including my husband, who happens to really like them. Is that wrong of me? Damaged? Don’t answer that. I’m just keeping it real.

Not to change the subject, but we spent this past weekend in Colorado, and it was just the best, best thing. My husband and I are both so lucky to have families that easily fall into the “best ever” category, and spending time just hanging out with the people we love was pretty freaking rad. And (I’m bringing it back around) when I love people, I want to make them dark chocolate salted peanut butter cups.*

*I think we already touched on the fact that ACTUALLY, I do not want to share these. If I share them with you, you know I really love you. And here I am, sharing it with all of you! So I must really love you. (I do.)  More peanut butter, please.


Koh Samui Dreams (kind of)


Last installment of the honeymoon, y’all. Promise.

Koh Samui was supposed to be the tropical honeymoon dreamland of which I have dreamed approximately my whole life since marriage started seeming like a real thing, which was maybe 6 months ago? Ish.

Imagine my delight when we arrived, and the first thing to greet us once we arrived at our hotel was…


Well, the ACTUAL first thing to greet us was these drinks – roselle juice, with a handmade flower rosary just because, I don’t know, decorations. OMG it was so humid and they were amazeballs.

But the SECOND thing to greet us (are you feeling the suspense?) was a monsoon! And then there was another one later that day. And then there were 3-4 monsoons every day for the next 3 days.

In other words, GREAT JOB, Koh Samui.

All of that aside, it was basically a tropical honeymoon dreamland. For instance, check out the breakfast buffet. Let’s go on a little adventure.  I love adventures!!!

Family, Food

Ballin’ Chicken Tetrazzini

DSC_0496Are you a casserole person?

I can’t say that I identify as one. We weren’t really a casserole family, so to speak – I’ve never had anything against them, but they just didn’t serve as a big part of my eating experience growing up. When I think of enormous one-dish meals, I think of lasagna and mac and cheese (both of which my mom can seriously make the heck out of).

Here’s what happened: I was sick, and at the grocery store, and I wanted to buy a rotisserie chicken to make homemade chicken stock. But I also realized that in order to get to the chicken carcass (sorry), I would first need to pull off all the chicken and do something with it.  I am dying of suspense.


Buffalo Chicken Wontons

DSC_0476Oh, my goodness.


First of all, these were supposed to be spring rolls, but SOMEBODY (the grocery store) only had the smallest size of wonton skin. Well. I’m personally not one to let THE MAN (the grocery store) keep me down, so wontons it was.

(To be clear, I honestly still thought that they were going to be spring rolls when I went to roll the first one. And…you can see how they turned out. Wonton city, population ALL OF THOSE UP THERE IN THAT PICTURE.)  Gimme gimme gimme!