Coffee in a bowl.  That’s how you approach the Friday after Thanksgiving.  My breakfast bowl was nearly the same size as my coffee mug.  And since I was home, I used my special bowl from my first trip to Paris in 2000. My name is a bit on the unique side, which I love and appreciate now, but was a bummer for me growing up.  I envied all the Jennifers, Laurens, and Stephanies of my class who got stickers, toothbrushes, and the likes with their (generic) names on them.  Imagine how delighted I was when… Read more >

Everything you could ever want… I mentioned the mashed potato recipe in yesterday’s post and the whipped sweet potatoes suffered a similar fate.  It’s not much of a recipe – it’s pretty much just cooking & mashing with vegetable broth until you get the desired consistency.  The roasted veggies also require no recipe, and I don’t feel like posting photos of my dad and the turkey carcass here, so that leaves the green beans.    My mom found this recipe in Bon Appetit and it was the perfect side dish because much of the prep work… Read more >