It’s a happy day in my apartment.
I unpacked the last box. I have a fully functioning kitchen. And blueberries are in season. Continue reading
It’s a happy day in my apartment.
I unpacked the last box. I have a fully functioning kitchen. And blueberries are in season. Continue reading
When I made these tarts, it was 2 degrees outside. Not 2 degrees Celsius, which would be 35 degrees Fahrenheit, but 2 degrees Fahrenheit, or -16 degrees Celsius.
So, really freakin cold. No matter what country you’re in.
I seem to take cold weather, and snow in particular, as a personal challenge to see how much food I can make in one day. Continue reading
Today, I discovered my blog has topped 1,000 views since I first brought you Roasted Veggie Pizza. What better way to celebrate the milestone than with breakfast for dinner?
When I was little, breakfast for dinner was one of my favorite treats. Breakfast is my all time favorite meal of the day (probably because you can get away with eating things that usually qualify as dessert first thing in the morning), so getting it twice in once day was always super awesome.
I would usually beg for pancakes over waffles because my mom, great mom that she is, would pour the batter into any shape my little heart desired. And we’re talking anything from a dog, to an octopus, to people…specific people. You have not lived until your form has been immortalized in pancake batter.