To be honest, I’m not sure when I learned of Shakshuka for the first time. I’m sure it was probably through social media, and it was several years ago. But when I saw it on the menu at one of my favorite places in Boston, Tatte Bakery , I knew I had to try it. Let’s just say, I was hooked! With that delicious, spicy tomato base topped with over easy eggs, I eagerly dunked my hearty bread in and ate every bite. I had to learn more and try to recreate at home.
Who’s ready for fall? I love summer, but it has been a hot one and I love the cool nights and warm days of fall. And it’s my favorite time of year for decorating! I’m not a huge fan of giant, fluffy, fake flower wreaths, but I do like simple and classic wreaths on my doors, etc. preferably using real materials. So I had an idea to make a very simple grapevine wreath with just a few supplies from the craft store.
“Do you want to come inside?”, the small elderly man said as we furiously snapped pictures of his century home in New Orleans’ French Quarter. A quick glance between me and my husband prompted thoughts like “hmm, if he is a serial killer, I think we can take him”. So we responded with a resounding “yes, please!” and went inside.
Anyone in the room who is a chocoholic, please raise your hand! Folks, I am guilty as charged. Whether it’s a gourmet chocolate and peanut butter candy bar or a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone, I can’t stay away. But I’m always trying to eat healthier, so I’m on the hunt for ways to have my chocolate and eat it, too, so to speak. I don’t think dark chocolate on its own is inherently bad in moderation, but oftentimes it is accompanied by all kinds of oils, sugars, or unrecognizable ingredients. And those who are trying to eat paleo, gluten-free, etc. often have a hard time finding good options. Plus, if you make your own, you can save money! So it really is time we get back to the basics and indulge our chocolate addiction with ridiculously simple no guilt chocolate fix ideas like these. Come along!
The RV jostled and bounced with each rock and bump as our family made its way down the gravel road to Canoe Lake. We were tired, we were ready for the cool lake water and fresh smell of pines and woody air. We eagerly anticipated long boat rides exploring hidden coves on the lake and languid dinners grilling fish on the fire and sharing tall stories. This was summer vacation in my home province of Saskatchewan, Canada. My dad, an avid fisherman, sought out the best lakes for walleye (his favorite) and took us all with him on fishing and camping adventures throughout the province. Canoe Lake, even though remote and only accessible via tiresome gravel roads, was his first choice, and each year we made our trek – family, RV, and boat – to this little haven.