I get to see my friend—and today's guest blogger—the Fredericksburg Foodie in less than two weeks for a quick overnight in Richmond, Virginia, recently named one of The South's Best Food Towns in Garden & Gun. This is perfect for us since we literally eat our way through every town we visit. I can't wait to try her Cider Wine Cocktail when temps turn cooler this weekend. And though we Virginians can pick up our Bold Rock Cider at any grocery store in the state, I think this drink may require . . .
It's the first day of fall (Eeek!), and Lorae is bringing us a Company Memo full of all things cozy, warm, and perfectly autumnal. My mums have been out for a few weeks already, but I have found new inspiration for my fall porch this year based on her recommendations. Thanks for bringing us the Company Memo, Lorae! Enjoy your first day of fall, everyone! I'll be over here painting my pumpkins. Insta Follow: TheKitchn I met Mary days into my new journey as a . . .
I met Heather Daniels when we both lived in Charlotte, North Carolina in our twenties. We became quick friends and stayed in touch after we moved away from the Carolinas (Heather and Joel to Knoxville, Graham and me to California). Since then, the Daniels family has lived in Boston and now the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington, D.C. (We've taken advantage of these cool cities and visited them in both places). One thing I admire about Heather is how quickly she acclimates to change. This girl . . .
Have I told you yet that I’m having a love affair with curry? For years it was ginger and cardamom and cinnamon but lately, curry is my jam. And now that it’s fall, those warm, spicy tones keep me cozy and pair beautifully with a glass of Pinot gris. The grocery store boasts no shortage of curry paste in jar or can, but my favorite is Thai Kitchen Red Curry Paste. It's not as spicy as some of the other brands which is a plus for everyone in my family except Henry who chomped into a jalapeño . . .
I’ve just returned home to my tribe from a dreamy girlfriends’ weekend with my college roommate in Scottsdale, Arizona. We planned the trip in January when I was up to my eyeballs in sleepless nights with my then six-week-old, wearing milk-stained tee-shirts and yoga pants, and binge watching Parenthood on Netflix before having to return to work. If you can’t read between the lines, I needed a break from my new life as a mom of four. Even though, at the time, said break was approximately 250 . . .