On my most recent trip to New York City, per the recommendation of my lovely friend Nelly, I decided to visit the Starbucks Reserve Roastery. It just opened in December 2018, and even those too-cool Manhattanites are still flocking in to check it out.
I recently hosted some friends for New Year’s Eve apps and drinks, movies, and catching up.
I wanted easy, foolproof recipes that I could make in advance and just pop in the oven right before everyone came over.
‘Tis the season for holiday shopping, and all the stress that comes along with it.
I’ve been in Wedding Season Mode since May, and though it’s finally wound down, I have LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT.
Weddings are the best (true love! good food! breaking it down on the dance floor!) and in a perfect world, I would make a career out of being a plus one.
Well here’s some grit for you: acne sucks. Adult acne really sucks. But adult cystic acne sucks the worst of all.
I wrote this from the airport (have I mentioned that unlike most people, I love airports?! Another post on that later . . . ) where I was waiting for my flight back home from The Most Magical Place on Earth . . . Disney World!
My best friend, Megan, has been trying to get me to Disney for a solid decade, and this year it finally became a reality.
I’ve eaten my way through most of Baltimore’s foodie spots, but when I signed my mom and myself up for a cooking class at Schola, I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
Let me just tell you: we went, we ate, we conquered, and we immediately signed up for another class.
I had an entire post planned for this week, fully written and ready to roll, and then something happened on Monday that made me shift gears entirely.
So instead, tonight I want to tell you two stories.