Summer Focaccia w/ Corn, Cheddar, & Chorizo

Well, well, well.

Here she is, referring to herself in the third person and pulling the same bullshit as always.

Maple Pecan Sandwich Cookies

Moving has been an ongoing theme in my family recently.

Almost Flourless Chocolate Cake

Not to hit you with two dessert posts back to back…but that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m here to give you another dessert post and there’s nothing to be done about that.

A Pinch of Summer: Fourth of July Cake Balls

Hi guys, as some of you may or may not know, I am Tory’s ~mostly terrible in the kitchen~ BFF Atlee. You can go ahead ask her about the time our Moms went to college together and how we’ve been friends since we were 0 years old and how we were born a day apart, etc etc etc, I’m sure she would love to tell a great Tory Story about it. (V. true. I definitely love telling that Tory Story.)

Housewarming + A Recipe

I love throwing parties. If I had a truly disposable income and an untiring pool of friends, I’d throw a party a month.

Biscuits and Gravy

I may have gone to The University of the South, but trust me, I have no delusions of being a southern belle. I’m a Yankee through and through, from the pace at which I walk to the way I say ‘pecan’. But as someone who has spent a solid chunk of her time there, I do have an appreciation of the South and of southern cuisine.

Sage & Prosciutto Focaccia

My holiday dance card has never been quite so full as it is this year.

Apple Cider Doughnuts

Is there anything as universally loved as an apple cider doughnut?

Deep Dish Quiche

I have a great Easter brunch for you. How ‘bout that? This may be the first time I’ve had the forethought to share something with you that is seasonally relevant while also being published in a timely manner before a holiday. After a year plus, I’ve learned some things about the blogging world.

Maple Oat Bread

There are so many wonderful smells in the world. Fresh lilacs. Dried lavender. Warm laundry. New cars. Chicken roasting. Bacon frying. Brisk autumn air. These are all beautiful and evocative smells that make life so sweet. But bread baking? That might be my raison d’être. Or at least, that’s what I thought to myself two weekends in a row, each time I made maple oat bread. If I could have bread baking in my apartment at all times without even eating the bread, I would be content. It smells that good.