If you asked me to describe Paris in one word, I would answer without a split second’s hesitation, “Lemon.” And then you would back away slowly with that, Please don’t hurt me, crazy person look on your face, and I
While having coffee a few weeks ago at Starbucks with my friend, Cindy, she mentioned that she had just made and sent a batch of granola bars to her son in the military. And I thought, “If these granola bars are THE thing her son wants in
I’m bumping up this post from last year (almost exactly a year ago, actually) because I’m down in the San Francisco area all week visiting my friend, Sherri, whose recipe I shared with you back then (it’s the second recipe). I
Look at that. See those tiny, frothy butter bubbles? Hot out of the oven. And the hardest part of this recipe is pushing the “on” button on the blender … that’s always so exhausting.
You just can’t go wrong with this recipe.
This year, I gave my family a choice: do you want our usual (biscuits and gravy) for Christmas morning, or do you want a breakfast casserole? My daughter-in-law, Brittney, jumped in before anyone else could vote. "Biscuits and gravy ... hands down." She's a girl after my own heart. Nothing against breakfast casserole ... I mean, how can you speak against bread and eggs and cheese and sausage? But there's just something about biscuits and gravy. Maybe it's the biscuits. Or maybe it's the gravy ...