fist-sized spice drops and eternally-delicious orange slices would render me 13049871023 pounds but i’d be fine with it. i feel like the jelly-adjacent gummy candies don’t get enough love. 

i feel like the only freaking weirdo who loves stuffed crust more than should be allowed, but i think part of it is a nostalgia factor. when i was a kiddo back in the 80's and 90's, pizza hut was the jam, from the soda in red tumblers to the goofy arcade games and the overarching smell of plastic booths and salad…

the ranch mcwrap was the last thing i ate before betting married. it seems appropriate to me that the wrap lasted about as long as that ill-fated hitchin’. 

i am horrified for my childhood self but so far as i know all the neighborhood kids turned out fine. i think.

okay not gonna lie, the idea of giving dad a can of beans for wedding dinner is hilarious and i thank you for it.

gosh dangit, i’m a proud teaspooner. i was started on them when i was wee bc the big spoons were just too much for little hands and little mouths to devour breakfast cereal and soup, and i’ve continued the practice into adult life. big spoons are still too much. i will take nearly any meal in a bowl with a teaspoon…

okay, those meltaway kisses actually sound really good and i just finished working through my christmas candy. this is why my belly is jiggly.

in my family it’s basically become tradition that a few days after christmas, a baked pasta with ham shall appear. it’s usually penne, usually a cream sauce, and usually got some of the leftover good cheese from charcuterie tucked in there, sometimes it’s bread or potatoes in lieu of pasta, but it’s always, always…

same; i’ve never enjoyed glaze on ham bc it’s always such sugary sweet overkill. though i do love mustard to cut through the ham, so maaaaybe the dijon idea would work, but i’m definitely on team purist like you. 

...kroger is the closest decent grocery store to me and i have to admit that this year i’ve bought 8 out of these top 10. honestly though, half the time it’s bc kroger sent me really good coupons with my monthly ‘you’re a great customer, here buy some more shit’ coupon book. honestly given that and the inherent…

i use a combo of russets and yukon golds, boiled in heavily salted water, and mashed with warmed up milk and probably an unhealthy amount of butter. i feel like the greatest heretic in the world but i honestly just mash the taters in the pot i boiled them in with...a fork. i am too impatient to use a ricer, i don’t…

this was so cute to read; dorie is a freaking treasure and i love that she wants people to participate in the creation of sweet treats just as much as she does. i’ve got a bunch of christmas candy and some trail mix (and jam from another recipe) hanging around that are languishing; this may become something i try…

if someone else is paying for it, absolutely.

you’d think you would, considering how fond they are of slapping 30 and 50% off labels on meat they need to move. now if only they carried the good stuff...

same. spearmint has a kind of sharpness to it i don’t like very much, but peppermint is lovely.

i am...puzzled. i love a good chocolate orange, and adore chocolate and mint, but all of it together sounds like orange juice after brushing your teeth.

my mother would be aghast, but, yeah i eat most of my meals in bed or on the couch. namely bc i have a very small apartment with no room for a table, let alone one with chairs, so i kind of have no option. my last couple of apartments had plenty of room for a table but my now-ex husband just used it as a landing strip…

man, i love thumbprints. i almost submitted one i make for christmas (that includes chocolate!) but lapsed on the time. why do people gotta hate? honestly though, my favorite is a tie between sugar cookies (in whimsical shapes, obviously) and the basic chocolate chip cookie. growing up, my mom hardly ever made cookies…

freaking agreed. they are an immediate source of comfort and nostalgia for me as they came out when i was in college, and just hearing them on in the background on a sunday afternoon is like putting on a warm blanket. but more than that, they are so damn well made that they hold up on their own as great movies in…

welllllll holy shit. i absolutely loved folklore, this is such a surprise, and one very much needed. i’m really glad she’s gotten into a zone she feels comfortable with and is letting herself make music instead of feeling the need to be kept in ‘eras’ as she puts it. say what you will about her but this is just proof…