Telling food stories, one kitchen at a time
Can I choose a favorite month of 2015 NOW, or do I have to wait until the last day of December?
What the heck. I’m gonna choose one now and I choose November. I’m 1% hesitant because December is starting to look promising and also because February was a pretty darn good month too. So yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and choose November.
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The. Ultimate. Sandwich.
[If you’ve been waiting, here is the Chipotle Mayo.]
This sandwich is pretty much stolen from The Porch. All I did was add an egg, which isn’t even an original idea, and then I added a letter E to change the name.
I wanted to change the name to The cBALTrEcMgsB, but that’s just not pronounceable.
BALTE, by the way, is pronounced “bahlt.” Or “bawlt” if you’re Southern.
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Now that I’ve given you dinner & dessert, let’s round out Valentine’s Day Weekend with a romantical breakfast in bed.
I’ve never been served breakfast in bed. I KNOW. I have been missing out for years on one of relationship’s greatest perks. So I can’t exactly tell you what getting breakfast in bed feels like. But I can tell you how I imagine it to be: it’s like having all of your dreams come true + a warm, cuddly blanket + world peace.
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It’s 2:43 am. I can’t sleep.
Which is so frustrating.
I was tired when I went to bed last night! And I’m tired now!
Maybe it was the four (large) cups of black tea between 4 and 8 pm last night.
Or that I left my favorite pillow in the next town over.
Or that my stomach is growling for the first time since Thanksgiving. (Yes, finally!)
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