How To Pretend The 70’s Never Happened. (By Painting Your Kitchen Cabinets.)
This is it — the full, step-by-step process of how I updated and painted my ugly 70’s kitchen cabinets. Read the rest of this gem…
Smoked Salmon Dill Linguine. Embrace The Fat.
So.
Maybe you don’t love to cook. I get it. You’ve got a lot going on, work has been super stressful, and the kids are running around with water balloons and makeshift machetes and expelling the last of their summertime energy along with every last one of your fragile, frayed nerves. Read the rest of this gem…
Dining In Eataly: When Hopping The Atlantic Is Just Too Far.
Pasta, Paninis, And Meat Of Questionable Ethical Origin. Justin and I explore Eataly in downtown Chicago. Read the rest of this gem…
Breakin’ Fast. Like A Boss.
I’ve been lucky enough to eat some pretty incredible breakfast foods all across the midwest — and they all had one pretty major thing in common. Read the rest of this gem…
A Painted Kitchen Cabinet Reveal. (I’m Bringin’ Ring Pulls Back.)
Okay. If I write a lot up-front, I know you’re just going to skip right to the pictures of my beautiful newly painted kitchen cabinets, so let’s just get them out in the open, shall we? And then I can pretend you’re going to go on to read the gritty details down below. Read the rest of this gem…
Apparently Kickball is for Grownups Now.
This is not a picture of me at my husband’s first kickball practice.
But.
It may as well have been. Read the rest of this gem…
Kitchen Countdown.
So I’ve been dying — dying — to give you a kitchen update, but it turns out that would actually require me making progress on my kitchen. Read the rest of this gem…
If Your Goal Is To Eat All Of The Food, Chicago Is A Good Place To Start.
In which I proceed to eat the entire city of Chicago. I love culinary tours!
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Celebrating American Independence By Way Of Spain. Totally Normal.
Cooking Homemade Spanish Tortilla de Patatas with Sofrito.
“But we can’t have Mexican quinoa for dinner. It’s the 4th of July!” Justin, only half-joking, was wearing a face I’ve come to know well over the years. I call it his Exasperation Face.
Video Snippet: Chicago’s Millennium Park.
First, I just have to say — naming Millennium Park “Millennium Park” was a massive faux pas on the part of Chicago’s city planners (or whoever ultimately named the thing), because wow. Doesn’t it just sound dated? Like, the millennium was over fourteen years ago, guys. Read the rest of this gem…