Getting Back to Basics in the Pacific Northwest
Snowbound on Vashon. If you haven’t read my “About Me” you should take a moment. There you’ll read that I’m from Florida. If you read til the end, you’ll see that I moved from Florida to Alaska. So, I should be 100% on board with snow, right? Wellll…. it’s still got its learning curves. The
Christmas is over. Obviously. But it helps to put it in writing because I’m sitting directly under mistletoe, my tree is still brightly lit, and I just took the stockings down today. But hey – I should give myself a break – we’re only three, er 18 days post-Christmas… Yikes. Despite my lack of activity
Camping with kids – I guess I had romantic expectations. S’mores over campfire flames, berry picking in the sun, learning to set up a tent and cuddling in the sheets. But I suppose that’s kind of motherhood in a nutshell – a romantic expectation with lots of poopie diapers and screaming matches. My childhood was filled
Chocolate Coffee Explosion Cake. A delicious blend of coffee and chocolate for the caffeinated chocolate-lover in your life. I love all foods, but chocolate and coffee are pretty high up on the list. So combining these two ingredients into one cake is my kind of recipe. This particular cake was adapted from the amazing Stay at
A Vashon Fourth. A celebration of our nation’s birthday on the most beautiful island in the Pacific Northwest. I have always loved entertaining. There’s something really great about throwing a festive and fun party. I don’t know if it’s creating the menu on Pinterest, decorating the house, or finding the perfect dessert to make that
Rosemary and Thyme Infused Fairy Cakes. These sweet, herbal cakes are the perfect size for your next garden tea party and will delight palates of all ages. I know what you’re thinking – rosemary and thyme cake? But trust me on this one, it’s awesome. Herbs make everything better ; if we added parsley and
I have a love for all things edible. Cake? Check. Carrots? Check. Cheetos? Guilty check. Seriously… if it’s edible, I probably love it. And if I haven’t had it, I’ll try it. I was raised in a loud Italian family. Our Sicilian heritage is most evident in our love for food and our inability to