All of us, at some point in our lives, have been lied to. This is a given fact. As a wife, I’ve told my fair share of tall-tales; “No, Hector, those shoes aren’t new. I’ve had them for years!” Moms lie as well, “Sorry, but the restaurant with the games and the oversized rodent has…
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Vegan Cherry-Guava Protein Bites
Happy Mother’s Day! Well, Happy *almost* Mother’s Day! If you’re anything like me, you’ll still end up doing a load of laundry or breaking up battling offspring. Nevertheless, we are Moms, or aspiring Moms-to-Be, and our day is a-comin’. It doesn’t matter if you are a Mom, Dad, or child; these vegan Cherry-Guava Protein Bites…
Egyptian-Style Falafel Made with Fava Beans
Falafel is a big deal in New York City. So far, though, the only falafel I seemed to find was the Palestinian/Israeli version. I have yet to find a falafel cart/stand/joint that makes Egyptian-style falafel. Maybe it has something to do with the aversion some of us have to the mention of fava beans. We…
Cardamom-Strawberry Frozen Custard
I made this Cardamom-Strawberry Frozen Custard with one hand tied behind my back. Really it was one hand tied up in a cast…because…it still is, but I did it one handed-ish. Springtime treats aren’t all created equally. There are those sickly sweet marshmallow birds. No one can throw a rock without hitting a fondant-filled chocolate…
Irish Soda Bread: Searching for the Luck of the Irish
You have been desperately awaiting word on the status of my broken finger and splinted hand. I know this to be true. It took me five minutes to type everything up to this point. Due to this fact, this may be the shortest post in this blog’s history. Like, crazy short. You know your girl…
Puffed Potato Pancakes with Sour Cream and Apple Butter (Latkes)
I broke my finger last week. I was helping out the Soldier, trying to be all “loving” and, as a result, I’m now crippled. Puffed Potato Pancakes were the last thing I made as a whole being. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now I’m here all gimpy, and whatnot; and I’m miserable, friend….
Pretzels Worthy of Deutschland
‘Tis the start of a new year. I’ve already written “2016” when ending my date…four times…it’s only 10AM. I made zero resolutions this time around because I am the type of girl who starts a journal and writes in it for all of three days before getting bored; resolutions aren’t my thang. I’m pining today….
