Vintage Bird Pillow Sham || $29
I want this pillowcase. And some free time to blog. I keep finding things I want to write about but I've been so exhausted with work/life lately, I have been bad about actually getting around to posting them.
How great would this ice cream school be this weekend for Fourth of July picnics? It reminds me of the one my parents have!
When I made this recipe from Gourmet the first time, it was an instant hit with my guests. The second time, I accidentally added too much sugar and it was still a hit, albeit a little more dessert-wine than dinner-wine, so I know this is a quality recipe. I’m not big on sweet drinks so I’ve taken out the sugar, letting the peach nectar sweeten it instead but since we just harvested over thirty pounds of honey from our hives on Tuesday, I might just have to add a bit in for a sweet treat. I also added in a can of ginger ale to give it a little fizz since I prefer my sangria sans ice.
Peach Basil Sangria
(adapted from Gourmet Magazine, July 2005)
- 1 cup loosely packed fresh basil leaves, plus an
additional 8-10 sprigs
- 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
- 1 can peach nectar
- 1 (750-ml) bottle chilled dry white wine
- 1 large peach (peeled if desired), diced
- 1 large apple, diced
- 1/2 cup ginger ale
- 2 Tablespoons honey
Put basil leaves, honey, peach nectar and
lemon juice into a small saucepan and bruise leaves by mashing with a wooden
spoon. Bring just to a simmer, stirring until honey is dissolved. Remove from
heat and let stand 5 minutes, then pour into a heatproof pitcher. Stir in wine,
peach, ginger ale, and basil sprigs. Chill, covered, at least 1 hour and up to
24. Serve over ice.
Picture via Mostly Foodstuffs
I’m going away this weekend with my two best friends for a joint birthday celebration. The forecast is h o t and I’m wishing I had a small, over-the-shoulder bag like this one to throw on with a sundress and sandals to go on our adventures.
I know my body well enough to know that this dress would look good on me only about 4% of the time. The 4% of time where I might have eaten a light dinner the night before, ingested zero salt the past week and miraculously hit the ever-elusive goal of drinking eight glasses of water every day. So basically the 4% of time where I don't have a pooch. Does everyone call them pooches? That's what we call them in my family but jersey fabric + my immense love of salt = unflattering. Either way, I'm coveting this outfit today, regardless of its realtime applicability on my body.
Another reason this dress wouldn't work for me is that my arms are covered in red bumps. At first I thought they were bug bites, and then poison ivy, but now I'm convinced I have some rare skin disorder and I am forever cursed with itchy, splotchy hands. Any ideas?
I have been a delinquent blogger as of late. My day job is getting ridiculously busy and I spent the holiday weekend doing not much else than sleeping, relaxing and eating. Lots and lots of eating. Going into work today for a "half day" to get some end-of-the-month things done turned into a six hour, uber-stressful work day so now I'm being a grumpy boss/girlfriend/doggie mama. Now I just want to eat more to the point where my stomach might literally explode from too much food this weekend. In the case that it does, this is going to be my last meal.
Without a doubt, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, no matter what time it's eaten. Homemade pizza on the other hand is one of my new favorite foods so this recipe is pretty much going to be my new favorite comfort food. Eggs + bacon + cheese = EVERYTHING THAT IS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD.
(I know every recipe I post is from Smitten Kitchen but seriously, 99% of what I make is from her site.)
Our Mutual Friend :: Charles Dickens]
I am not married so therefore, I do not have a husband but I thought this was a very sweet quotation. And this print by TuttiStudio captures such a sweet, tender moment.
It’s my dream to one day have a lot of land, with lots of rope swings and wild grasses and places for the dogs to run. I’m lucky to live next to acres of flood land so I suppose I have some of that already but it is not my own. One day it will be and I’ll sit on the rope swing, next to the person I love, and watch the dogs run around until the sun goes down.
This makes me want to have a picnic. Even if it is overcast and dreary today.