Bittersweet

Speechless is an appropriate term for how I felt this weekend. Morose is an appropriate term for how I felt yesterday.

Crêpe Master

I consider myself a pretty decent cook. Alright, a good cook. I’m not sure how much of what I know was learned in culinary school versus by experimentation and reading many a food magazine and book, but nonetheless, I feel pretty comfortable making most things. Su-prem-ing? I’ve got that in the bag. Homemade pumpernickel? Hells [...]

Castles Made of Sand

I had a free flight courtesy of my friends at Southwest, and my 8 roundtrips within the last 2 years. It expired in April, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not one to let things that are “free” go to waste. Hubs had 1/2 of a free flight (i.e., a “one way”) as [...]

I Heard You Wanted S’more Marshmallows?

I will not apologize for what you see here, nor the recipe that follows. In fact, my post from Friday foreshadowed an occurence such as this (speaking of Friday, don’t forget to vote for this Friday’s post over to your right) and therefore, if you did your reading, you should not be too terribly surprised. [...]

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the Chik

is a city girl from the South,
counselor of genetics, wife,
feline mom, friend, sister,
daughter, gastronome,
traveler, culinary graduate,
and blogger.

the Pastry

was born 'n raised on Southern fare: cornbread, pound cake, pe-can pie, chicken pastry. a move to the Second City led to discovering a passion for food. that love, trips home, and epicurean travels coalesced. here I am.