Isn't it just incredible the way your senses are tied to memories?
The heavenly aroma of this zucchini bread baking in the oven immediately transports me back to my childhood. My Mom used to make it for us, and I loved it then just as much as I do now. It was always been a special treat.
We basically skipped winter in Memphis this year.
On one hand, I'm kind of okay with it. I dressed Ellie in a short-sleeved onesie today and I got to marvel at the glory of her many arms rolls. (Chubby babies, y'all... I just can't.) But on the other hand, all of my wonderful plans for sharing my recipes for roast, meatloaf, etc. were pretty much foiled by my unwillingness to turn on the oven. In FEBRUARY.
Real talk, y'all: being a SAHM is no joke.
I thought I was going to be so productive and awesome at keeping my house together now that I'm home full time with Ellie, but I find that most days I just want to snuggle her and not move from the couch. I'm falling behind in almost every chore possible (except laundry because girlfriend goes through basically our entire supply of bibs in about a day and a half... so I have no choice but to keep up!)
And it's ok.
Welcome to 2017! Winter is officially in full swing, which can only mean one thing: soup weather! There's nothing that warms the soul like a comforting bowl of soup, and this creamy tomato is perfect for the post-holiday hangover.
My great-grandparents were incredible people. Glen and Mabel Hornbaker owned and ran a bakery together in Michigan for 30+ years. Great-Grandma was an amazing baker and cook; Great-Grandpa was a talented artist. When Mabel got Alzheimer's, Glen refused to put her into a facility and instead acted as her primary caregiver at home. They were soul mates.
I absolutely LOVE goat cheese.
Ok, to be fair... I kind of love ALL cheese. But there's something special about that salty, tangy, unique flavor that goat cheese offers. Plus, it sort of fancies things up a bit - don't you think?
Robert and I have an ongoing battle at our house.
I'm always experimenting with ways to make recipes healthier and less processed, but I've learned that if I've served it to my husband even one time in it's original, glorious, calorie-laden/sugar-overdose state, it's game over.
Enter: the battle of the banana bread.