Apologies that we’ve fallen into a habit of only posting once every seven days over here.
I had planned on getting this recipe up for you on Friday. And then on Saturday. Obviously, I didn’t succeed.
Wanna know why?
I’m currently suffering from a severe case of The Tomorrows.
You guys, EPIC NEWS.
We (Hannah and I) took a picture together when we were in the same place and looking pretty!! Check it ouuuuttt!
Sorry if this ruins some elaborate narrative you had about us actually being the same person, or two different sides of Hannah’s personality, or if you thought that I was maybe a dude. I hope you can forgive us and that we can still be internet friends.
Okay, with that EPIC NEWS out of the way, let’s talk about something really serious… Like how everything is out to get me recently.
Oh friends. Friends, friends, friends.
You thought you were just coming here from some good, clean, baking fun.
Little did you know that I (Hannah) made a peanut butter cup sandwich.
Except instead of bread, I used peanut butter blondie and brownie. Continue reading
Simplicity is the name of the game today.
It’s Monday. We have 5 days of week ahead of us before Friday. So let’s just pare it down a bit. Make things easy on ourselves.
Maybe skip the blow dryer. Make friends with a cute headband. Forgo the cheekbone highlighter and the eye brightening eyeliner in favor of some pink lipgloss. Or red. Whatever floats your boat.
Let’s drink coffee with some milk. Just say no to the foam and the flavors and the whipped and this and that. A big mug + coffee + milk is all we need. (Or tea. Maybs you just need that instead.) Continue reading
Whew. What a title, right?
So I was too busy (read: lazy) to bake a King Cake this year. But baked goods were needed for Mardi Gras celebration. Therefore, I tried to think of the most decadent thing I could. The Roommate nixed my Bananas Foster Cupcake idea because she’s not all about banana baked goods. That’s fine. I’ll make them some other time. (Spoiler alert: Rum-Caramel Sauce WILL be involved!) This is what I came up with instead. I think they were a good substitute. Though I forgot to hide plastic babies in them. Next year…
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk email.