Dear Santa, I made you some cookies. They’re soft, richly flavored with molasses, sweetened with brown sugar, full of delicious holiday spices, and a secret ingredient that make them a little bit healthier without sacrificing all the love and holiday joy that you would want in a delicious gingerbread cookie.
It’s the week before Thanksgiving and I’m coming to you with soup. I’ll confess, I thought it would be a turkey. Maybe you were hoping it would be too. I’m sorry. Next year friends. Buuuuut….if ever there were a soup that you should be making RIGHT NOW, it should definitely be this one.
Sometimes, where I live, it’s as if the entire landscape comes to a sudden agreement that the seasons must change. Almost like a light switch. Summer is switched off to be replaced by brisk, cold mornings blanketed by a grey sky and drizzly rain allowing the leaves as they change into their red and golden…
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” – Helen Keller It’s been a while since I’ve last posted. And I’ve missed connecting with all of you on Pass Me Some Tasty or through one of PMST’s social media pages. But sometimes life requires…
Sometimes when I settle in to write a post for the blog the words just flow onto the screen. The narrative is usually lighthearted, a little bit spunky, and half the time I’m asking my proofreading husband “Did I go too far this time with the crazy phonetics?”
The dog days of summer are finally here and all the fidget spinners are out of school! All the teachers be like “YEEAHHH!!!” and all the parents be like “yeeah…which camps are you signing your kiddo up for?” But everyone…teachers, parents, and fidget spinners alike are definitely ready for picnics, outdoor shindigs, and BBQs!
If a second date happens, you know it’s got potential. In fact, it might have been love at first sight and really the rest is just history waiting to happen. If there wasn’t potential, why would you be going on the second date anyways? Don’t answer that.
Creamy, lemony, therapeutic pasta, fresh asparagus, and toasted almonds. Spring is finally here…I think. At least that’s what I’m hoping because I think we’re all about to go mental if the rain doesn’t agree to a truce.
More time. Deep and meaningful relationships. And good food.