What-Nots Make Everything Good (including this little giveaway).
I think the world would be a better place if what-nots were an official afternoon snack. When my friend Susie and I get together, things happen. A quiet afternoon...
A confession. And Creamy Avocado Pasta Sauce.
So I guess it’s time for a confession. I deceived my husband. OK, so maybe “deceive” is too strong a word. But I may have – just perhaps –...
Gooey Cupcakes:Snickers-Style. A special (Love:Food) recipe.
So, I’ve fed my feelings. Now I’m feeding my friend Susie’s. Her youngest daughter is off to college tomorrow. I remember exactly what that felt like – I was...
Feed Your Feelings. French Toast Cupcakes.
I am feeding my feelings. Don’t judge me. At least I’m feeding them lovely things. I had every intention of writing about a delightful little vegan dish I love,...
Celebrate with Sparkling Mint Lemonade (and yummy treats).
We’ve got company at CasaRock! And that deserves a sweet welcome. You see, this isn’t just any company – our friends who are missionaries in Argentina are enjoying a...
Peanut Oatmeal Bars. Make them. Give them away.
If a grocery list includes powdered sugar, chocolate, butter, oatmeal – plus fairy dust, ribbons, Sharpies, and craft sticks – I know it’s going to be the start of...
Biscoff Cheesecake – because recipes are love stories.
I tell folks I read cookbooks like romance novels and think recipes are love stories. And all it takes is a peek on my Flipboard to see that I’m...
It’s time for a Celebration – Rustic Apple Rosemary Tart
OK, so I hadn’t really planned to post two recipes back-to-back. But this is a big deal. It’s a celebration Sunday. And that makes hanging out in the...
Apricot Vanilla Coulis. It’s Simple Kitchen Therapy.
There are foods I know without a doubt will be in Heaven. Cotton candy. Biscuits from the Loveless Café. Potatoes served every way imaginable. And fruit.
Peanut Butter Miracles
If there was a contest for bravest mom, I think mine would win. And while the list would include things like “left home and traveled halfway across the country...
In celebration of chocolate, some Dirty Little Angels.
Maybe I’m defective. Because (sighs and looks down) I just really don’t like chocolate that much. It’s not that there’s anything WRONG with it, but without other things like...
Grandma’s Broken Glass Cake
His name was Robert. I don’t remember his last name, but he had a nice smile and a willingness to just sit and talk about life between classes our...
