Sometimes (more frequently lately) I go totally MIA for a week straight. While I would love to say I surprise took a vacation to Hawaii or won the lottery and was busy counting my millions — in reality, it’s because we’re painting a bathroom. Though it really doesn’t take that long to paint, we had a little other fixing up to do, plus it’s hot as balls in there with no ventilation. Long story short, I did a lot of not cooking and not blogging last week. These I made before last week, so why I didn’t post them is beyond me. Why I didn’t make them a loooooong time ago is even further beyond me. This concept has been floating around the internet for a while, and I finally...
It’s crazy the far reaches of reality TV competitions. I live in pretty much the middle-of-nowhere Michigan in a relatively small town, so I was ridiculously excited when Food Court Wars came to town. Did I go to any of the events? No. In fact, I didn’t even watch the episode until several months after it aired, but it’s still something fun. Food options are pretty limited around here, and this was pretty a much a guarantee we’d get something good — in fact, the winning restaurant (Chip-N-Wich) is delicious and features homemade potato chips on sandwiches. Now, I don’t eat in food courts very often but it’s nice to have a place that’s locally-ish owned, and something with a good vegetarian option. So good, in fact, that I just HAD to...
Does anyone else feel compelled to feed people? Aside from my obvious need to share pictures of what I eat on the internet, I just want to shove my food in people’s faces. It’s to the extreme that I don’t feel right showing up anywhere without food in my hands. If people are coming to my house, it’s even worse. “Oh hey Kelly, I brought this side dish” — oh that’s cool, I have all 4 eating surfaces sufficiently covered in finger foods, desserts, cocktails, and dips (let’s not even talk about the actual dinner), but go ahead and make space. Last weekend, I agreed to let my friend Emily throw her husband a graduation party at my house. We were wrapping up our paver patio (whyyyy is it taking so long?)...
Strawberry shortcake is definitely one of my favorite desserts. Is there anything better than a crumbly biscuit, sweet strawberries, and whipped cream? Apparently, the only way to top it is to add chai to the mix. It’s an incredible combination I never, ever in a million years would’ve thought of if it wasn’t for tea being this month’s Recipe Redux theme + smelling these delicious strawberries the second I walked into the grocery store, from a solid 50 yards away. So, chai is like the best tea, right? I buy an extra, fiery spicy kind and would drink it a million times stronger, even. Do you call it chai tea? It’s a big of a pet peeve of mine. Actually, I wish it had an entirely different name. This last...
Two pancake recipes in one week? I’m definitely living in pancake heaven over here. These pancakes are even nearer and dearer to my heart than the super-amazingly-delicious lemon ricotta pancakes because they remind me of childhood. When I young, I had this Minnie ‘N Me cookbook that had a killer peanut butter pancake recipe. At least I think they were killer? I remember them being amazing, but adult-Kelly might have slightly more refined tastes. If I remember correctly, these pancakes were supposedly the Cheshire Cat’s favorite, too. But who doesn’t love peanut butter pancakes? Speaking of my adorable childhood, have I mentioned my pancake dance before? Yup, I was so obsessed with pancakes that when they were cooking (or I was told we’re going out to get them), I’d spin...
Right before I started to write this post, I had an email from a local casino about a concert with Train and Gin Blossoms. I asked Josh if he’d want to go. It’s not really our favorite kind of music, but so few shows come to the middle of the mitten that I like to support anything even only remotely interesting. Because Josh admitted to not knowing any songs by Gin Blossom, I made him look up their top hits — and then proceeded to sing every single word of Hey Jealousy to him. Without any music. Just me, yell/singing my 90’s heart out. Well, Josh must be a glutton for punishment, because he started to play the actual phone on his song — so I proceeded to sing every...
