Coconut + chai spiced pancakes with raspberry compote

Coconut + chai spiced pancakes with raspberry compote

It’s my belief that there are three kinds of people in this world country: People who love Valentine’s Day and can totally overlook the fact that V-Day is – undoubtedly – the worst day to get dressed up and go out for a romantic dinner considering every other person is also getting dressed up and trying to go out for a romantic dinner. People who hate Valentine’s Day and think the whole thing is a clever capitalist sham that’s perpetuated by mindless consumerism and corporate greed. And people who don’t give AF about Valentine’s Day and will take any excuse they can to sleep in and eat pancakes in bed (or, let their husbands sleep in and serve pancakes in bed). Continue Reading

How we wound up in Lomas de Arena Regional Park, Bolivia

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On the night of our wedding, Thom finally revealed that he’d been “planning” a trip to South America for our honeymoon. I say “planning” because all he did was book our plane tickets and reserve two spots for the Salkantay trek to Machu Picchu – and aside from buying a couple of LP travel guides, he had no strategy for what we’d do along the way. Although I used to be all about laying the groundwork in advance – right down to where we were going to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner (YIKES) – the more we travel, the more I’ve come to appreciate having a mostly empty itinerary that encourages spontaneity and that live in the moment mentality.

That mostly empty itinerary is how we wound up in Lomas de Arena Regional Park. Well, that and the fact that our flight was rerouted – last minute, from La Paz to Santa Cruz – due to fog that didn’t lift. We walked off the plane laughing, mostly because this would happen to us on our honeymoon, but also because we’ve never seen people so livid over circumstances that were beyond the airline’s control (ahem, weather). Also, it was a nice reminder as to why you don’t plan (if you can help it) – because instead of getting angry when your flight is diverted (and yelling at all the airline attendants), you laugh and drink shitty coffee with your husband, and post up in a booth with another couple who is equally as entertained by the spectacle of disgruntled travelers, as you are. Continue Reading

Spicy black bean burrito bowls with cashew + hemp seed chipotle sauce

Spicy black bean burrito bowls with cashew + hemp seed chipotle sauce

When we lived downtown, we were half a block away from the Illegal Pete’s on 16th Street Mall, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I could eat a $4 (kids) burrito bowl for dinner and call it a night. But a curse because I can be pretty lazy when it comes to dinner (I’d happily eat cereal every night if Thom would let me get away with it), so I’d go for that $4 burrito bowl more often than not.

Like most things, we eventually got burnt out. Well, that’s what Thom says. I think it was less about us getting burnt out and more about the fact that we eventually moved and didn’t have an Illegal Pete’s within close proximity to our front door. Further proof that we didn’t get burnt out? I started making burrito bowls at home. And then, a few months later, we discovered that – come spring 2016 – Pete’s would be opening a new location just a few blocks east of our place. And although the thought of swapping the homemade variety with my former go-to is enticing, I recently ditched canned black beans for the dried variety. Meaning my next-level burrito bowls are no match for the ones that require me to put on pants and leave the house.

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Chocolate chunk almond butter blondies

Chocolate chunk almond butter blondies

Whenever anyone (read: usually an interviewer) asks me to describe myself in three words or less, my initial response is almost always chronic over-thinker. Which isn’t usually what they’re expecting – or looking for – so I’m asked to describe myself in three more words. Rather, three words that sum up OLC. And because I get annoyed when people try to manipulate answers by way of rewording the question, I always request to skip it because I JUST GAVE YOU THREE WORDS, DAMNIT (ok, two if you’re the kind of person who writes over-thinker as overthinker). Continue Reading