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Almost raw white chocolate bites

Almost raw white chocolate bites

This post was created in partnership with Califia Farms.


Can you believe that Christmas is only three days away? THREE DAYS, you guys. I’m having a really difficult time wrapping my mind around it but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it’s only because we haven’t spent a single Christmas in Denver since we first moved here back in 2009. It feels kind of weird to be home. Weird to not be in Ohio. Weird to not be waking up every morning and schlepping my laptop into the coffee house in my tiny hometown (fun fact: my tiny hometown is where KitchenAid stand mixers are manufactured). But it also feels good. Good to be able to avoid the chaos of the airport and the shitty weather in Ohio (oh, and a certain – uhh – political climate that plagues small-town USA). Good to be staying in the Mile High City and to finally (fiiiiiinally!) be starting traditions of our own. Traditions we’ve dreamed about for years, and traditions we’re making happen thanks – in part – to a certain big brother who moved out here a few months ago. Because without him, I’m pretty sure we’d be eating Chinese takeout and spending Christmas Eve alone. In a bar.

And I don’t even like to drink.  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 brownies with maple ganache

Almost raw brownies with maple ganache

The other night I had dream that I accidentally pulled out into oncoming traffic while driving my brother’s truck. Just as I made impact with an 18 wheeler, I shot up out of bed and immediately thought THE FUCKING SUGAR (or, well, lack thereof) because half a dozen of you wrote in to let me know that I’d probably be experiencing some seriously trippy dreams during the initial detox. But considering I’m still eating natural sugar and pure maple syrup, I figured the lack of refined sugar alone couldn’t be enough to cause trippy dreams. So I took to my trusty friend Google and once I read the result, it hit me: it’s not the lack of sugar. It’s the anxiety surrounding the fact that I’m finally announcing the business we’ve been keeping secret for the past year and a half.. in less than 48 hours.

Well. That was two days ago so I’ll give you a wild guess what today is. Continue Reading

Almost raw chocolate chunk cashew bites

Almost raw chocolate chunk cashew bites

This post was created in partnership with Califia Farms.


With the exception of a few final touches, our kitchen is finished. F I N I S H E D. We spent the better part of last night sanding 70 linear feet of trim and slapping on a second coat of paint and – just like that – it was done. Our kitchen that once felt like a shoebox that belonged in a house in the ‘burbs of the Midwest now feels spacious and functional and fits in perfectly with my funky interior aesthetic. But it didn’t even phase me. There was no relief; no moment of intense satisfaction in seeing the finished product of our blood, sweat, and tears (and there were a lot of tears). Which is probably because I was running on a mere five hours of sleep and spent the majority of my day doing what car-less people do when they actually have a car: running every errand under the sun. Continue Reading