Fettuccine cashew alfredo

Fettuccine cashew alfredo

Did everyone (well, those of you who are Stateside) have an enjoyable long weekend? Thom wound up eating so much food on Thursday night that he couldn’t stand up straight, so we called it quits a little early and were tucked into bed by 9:30PM (AKA my ideal bedtime). The next morning I woke up with a strange urge to go grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s, so I did. I wound up filling the cart with a bunch of stuff we didn’t need, like garland and frozen açai packets and those gross, neon orange cheese puffs because my dude – the one who has zero self control on that joke of a holiday we refer to as Thanksgiving – loves them. And I don’t have it in me to tell him he can’t eat them because it’s his body, yo! Anyway, I came back home and fiddled with the garland and swept our floor no less than five times (’cause garland creates a real mess) before I finally decided to hang it over the big window with our FELIZ NAVIDAD garland strung overtop. Then I woke Thom and he almost immediately stated that he dislikes it. But not enough to try to convince me to take it down which, I think, means he secretly kinda has a soft spot for it. Continue Reading

S’mores pie

S'mores pie

This post was created in partnership with North American Pulses.


Can anyone else believe that Thanksgiving is two days away? TWO DAYS. Last week we had our first snow – right after a long streak of near 80˚F temperatures – so I’m having a difficult time wrapping my mind around the fact that we’re just a couple of days shy of Thanksgiving. We’re staying home this year (HALLELUJAH) so chances are I’ll wake up before the crack of dawn and guzzle a mug of warm coffee while simultaneously prepping the dough for (coconut oil) cinnamon rolls. While the dough rises I’ll squeeze in a quick workout and then attempt to rummage through our storage unit in search of our box of holiday decorations. Because once Thanksgiving is over, it’s time to bust out our tiny XMAS tree and twinkly lights.. even though Thom hates the tiny XMAS tree and twinkly lights (we compromise by decorating it with all the Star Wars ornaments from his childhood). We’ll watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade with a pan of warm cinnamon rolls in tow and, before we head over to my brother’s house for some good quality fam-o time, I’ll cut a few of our pies into slices, stuff them into both of my pieboxes, and walk ’em three blocks up the street. Continue Reading

Almost raw coconut-pecan pie bars

Almost raw coconut-pecan pie bars

This post was created in partnership with Califia Farms.


Last week was a rough one, eh? I fell asleep at 10PM on 8 November and woke up early the next morning to news that the 45th president of the United States of America is, indeed, an unqualified p*ssy-grabbing xenophobe. My first thought: THIS IS A JOKE. My second thought, after I got off of Facebook and onto a more credible news source: HOW IS THIS NOT A JOKE? But that’s all I’m going to say about that because 1) you don’t come here for my political musings and 2) if you take a look at my sidebar, I’m pretty sure it’s clear how I feel about the outcome of the election considering I now have a donation section with links to Planned Parenthood and the ACLU.. because actions speak louder than words (and retweets and insta-hearts), my friends. Continue Reading

Dukkah + fall fruit crisp

Dukkah + fall fruit crisp

Thom flew to Chicago last Saturday for the World Series. Dude’s been a Cubs fan for damn-near 30 years and I only recently found out why: he didn’t like the Cincinnati Reds (useless fact: I was born on Reds opening day and my dad went to the game and got a free beer for it) (now that I think about it, it’s kind of shitty that he abandoned my ma shortly after she squeezed out an almost 10 pound baby..) and, thanks to KWGN, the Cubs were always on television. So when the lovable losers clinched the National League title I was like DUUUDE YOU HAVE TO GO TO CHICAGO. And when he agreed, I tried my hand at winning the 2016 Wife of the Year award and *almost* snagged him a ticket to game five. But that $900 ticket turned into a $2,300 ticket at checkout and I was like yeah I love you but I don’t spend-$2,300-on-a-ticket-for-a-baseball-game love you. SORRY. Continue Reading