It doesn’t matter if you leave for work every morning, or you spend every. Waking. Moment. At. Home. We all need to eat lunch. Sandwiches like this Avocado-Chicken Salad Sandwich are great to pack on-the-go, or for pulling out of the fridge. I homeschool our twins (which you probably already knew), and work from home…
brioche
Brioche: The Bread of All Breads (according to me)
Look at that. That brioche is sitting there like a cherubic little baby in its blanket. It’s the most precious sight in the whole world, I tell ya. In my cookbook, I mention(in great detail, I might add) how much I thoroughly enjoyed my first taste of a French brioche on a visit to Paris. Sitting in…
Peanut Butter & Jelly Stuffed French Toast
It’s no secret that I’m not a morning person. Lately, though, I’ve been waking up at four AM to go to the gym with the Soldier, and it kind of pisses me off. Yes, exercise is necessary at my age. But, let’s be real, I’m already married, I don’t need to look good anymore. He’s…
Apple Orchard French Toast Bake
Yesterday was a no good, horrible, rotten day. My twins were perfect angels…well, except when the boy-child tried to argue with me about solstices and equinoxes…other than that, they were little cherubs. The Soldier was home early enough for us to eat dinner before heading out to the kids’ troop meetings. I was alive. So, why…
Bananas Foster French Toast
My husband gets mad at me sometimes. It’s typically because I’ve “hidden” some recipe in my “secret recipe box” to “punish” him. Why he thinks I need to punish him like that? Who knows? I have a credit card to do that with. But, he has his conspiracy theories, so I just leave it be….
Nutella and Almond Brioche: Cooking for Mom
Mother’s Day has snuck up on me faster than I’d like to admit, Friend. During a separation, your internal calendar tends to get a little out of whack. Holidays come and go in a flurry. So it is with this Mother’s Day. There are too many heartaches associated with Mother’s Day, for me, so I’ve…
Raspberry White Chocolate Bread Pudding
Another Spring has come. We’ve spent three Springtimes here, but only one of those has been with the Soldier. Kind of odd, isn’t it, that I can tell people, “Oh, I’ve lived here for three years! My husband? He’s only lived here for two.” Odd indeed. Bread pudding is odd as well. Drench stale bread…
