I took a poll on my Instagram stories the other week asking what Thanksgiving recipes you guys wanted and there were a few people who very very much wanted some sort of healthier mashed potato situation.
It’s chili season, my friends, and I am HERE for it. I’m all about the warm, hearty bowls to curl up with on the couch. To snuggle under a blanket with. To make a big ol’ pot for the big game. You know, the usual chilly fall cozy vibes.
The other day my son asked for chocolate milk. Well, first he asked for milk and when I told him it was Sunday and we were completely out of groceries and I hadn’t had the chance to get to the store to pick up some staples to get us through. He looked at me blankly and then asked for chocolate milk.
My love for scones happened the first time I ate one when I was about 13. A new brunch spot opened up near us and the moment my mom and I walked in, my eyes landed on a fluffy, crispy triangular thing behind the display case that I never saw before.
It’s been super windy here lately. Just in the last couple days winds have been gusting like craaazy. Trees are coming down. It’s weird, I tell ya!
Ok, tell me. What are some of your favorite snacks? Let me know in the comments below because I’ve honestly been in a snack rut. I’ve been buying bags of snack-y foods to get us through the week but then today I remembered…
Holy smokes you guys. Today I had a butternut squash laying around. It’s been out on the counter for what seems like WEEKS. Well today was the day I decided it was time. It was time to give the butternut squash a moment to shine.
One of the things I’m excited to do this fall is go apple picking! I have no clue if there are apple orchards out here in California, but I’m sure we can find something apple-y to do.
One of my favorite things to make for #meatlessmonday is tofu. I realized that I have only a couple tofu recipes on the blog and felt the need to share with you how I’ve been making my tofu recently. Because… it’s delicious.
Breakfast. They say it’s the most important meal of the day. Yet, I struggle with it hard. I never think of breakfast or feeding myself until I’m halfway out the door and am hit with a hunger pang.