I love throwing parties. If I had a truly disposable income and an untiring pool of friends, I’d throw a party a month.
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.
My holiday dance card has never been quite so full as it is this year.
Is there anything as universally loved as an apple cider doughnut?
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.
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.
After a week in Vermont that was full of blissful relaxation and naps whenever I wanted, I was thrown back into a satisfying yet unrelenting flurry of activity and busy-ness. Bye-bye #vermontvibes.