Hallelujah, Sunday! We made it to the day of rest which means we’re entitled to sleep in and forget about the pile of dishes in the sink. I[...]

Ok. So maybe I’m not a professional BLT magic maker in the strictest sense of the word professional. A professional BLT magic maker is a good-hearted[...]

If you were in Nashville Tennessee this Spring, sometime between the months of March and May, you may have noticed a distinct shortage of chicken.[...]

I can toast all of the marshmallows in Orleans Parish and tell you all about it every which way, but really… these Sunday posts have become my favorite[...]

I have to be honest… I don’t believe in bad pizza. It doesn’t exist. Where there is bread and melted cheese, sometimes sausage and olive,[...]

I remember the first time I went to the grocery store by myself, for myself. It was the day I realized I could buy cheese puffs, a candy bar, and a[...]

Before Joy the Baker was Joy the Baker…. Joy the Baker was a low-level, middle school candy hustler. I used to buy candy from the ice cream truck[...]

Hi friends! Happy Sunday! Tron and I have spent the last few days getting our house straightened up. He has some cat toy organizing he wanted to do and[...]

“I’m not so sure about watermelon and green salad.” I hear you. I hear you, fan of donuts and caramels and watermelon margaritas.[...]

There’s a show on The Food Network called ‘The Best Thing I Ever Ate’. I think it runs somewhere between Sandra Lee making something[...]

Can I please not talk about Cecil the Lion? I’ll be honest… I don’t really know what’s going on, and I don’t want to know. Why[...]

Some things are better left a mystery. It’s best not to know how many grams of fat are in a really good Pina Colada. When drinks come with umbrellas[...]

You mean to tell me that I get to walk into a grocery store these days and choose between soft ripe peaches, juicy strawberries, big-ol raspberries AND fresh[...]

A Working List of Things We Do With Food We stir it, mix it, fry it, and flip it. Whisk it. Beat it. Rest it. Rise it. Smear it. Sneak it. Shovel it. [...]

Happy weekend-ing! I’m think I have what can only be described as a wind-blown sunburn. You’d think after 34 years I’d know the limitations[...]