It can either be weird that I haven’t shared in… *checks own site for last post*… six months, or it can just be something I did like how you haven’t called that…
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It was 1993. Janet Jackson’s Janet was playing on repeat in my adolescent ears. Snackwells were taking over. And I was desperately trying to figure out who the hell I wanted to…
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Pie makes me happy. It just does. Right now I am on cold medicine, triple amounts of caffeine and moderate amounts of alcohol, and yet making this pie moments ago still made…
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I wanted to look at something pretty today. So I mixed things in my new, pretty bowl (thank you, Cynthia Rowley*), baked them, then took their pretty picture. It makes me feel good…
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It’s fig season! Hooray!! Every year around this time we find ourselves with pounds and pounds of fresh figs from my mother’s tree. We have two trees of our own… But ours…
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When I hear the word ‘rustic’ put before anything tart-ish, I. Am. Sold. Because, why? Because tart means pastry, which means starch plus butter, which means Abbey is a happy girl. And…