Archive for January, 2012

My favorite food blogs

By now you know that cooking doesn’t exactly qualify as one of my favorite pastimes. It’s right up there with camping, Snoop Dogg and shoveling snow.

However, when it comes to scrolling through food blogs, I could devote the rest of my life to devouring those images of golden banana bread and festive cranberry salsa and never be satiated.
Perhaps all of the culinary inspiration I pore through on a regular basis will one day make its way from my brain to my fingertips and compel me to cook my way through a Julia Child book. (Which I’d blog about, naturally.) However, my fingers are feeling fairly content on the keys, so I think I’ll stick to scrolling.
In case you share my adoration of culinary blog posts, I thought I’d point you to a few of my favorites.
First up is Bakerella. The name alone is genius, but you might also know the author of this blog for her trendy and creative cake pops. I love the layout of the blog, and the photography could make lima beans look appetizing. I highly recommend stopping in for a visit. Here’s the post that got me hooked.
This post is also scrumptious.
Not long after I found Bakerella, I stumbled across How Sweet It Is. The author, Jessica, is incredibly talented with a wooden spoon and with a camera. Her photos are flawless, and I’m certain her Crispy Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Truffles taste as delectable as they look.
Once you’ve gorged your way through the goodness on those two blogs, you can find some healthier — but equally appealing — fare over at Oh She Glows. Angela Liddon uses ingredients like almond butter and quinoa, and often features vegan and gluten-free recipes. She also has delicious ideas for Green Monsters.
You might enjoy these salads if you’re tired of candy canes and pumpkin pie.
I’m thinking I may have to do another post like this because I have many more blogs to share, but this post is already begging for an elastic waistband and a nap. So I’ll give your stomach and mine time to settle. Maybe we’ll do another foodie roundup next week. Until then, bon appétit!

Back-to-everyday-life blues

Three-hour lunches with friends. Michael Bublé’s new Christmas CD. Dinners that don’t come from boxes. Late-night “Just Dance 3″ boogie sessions.

My trip home for the holidays included all of these wonderful things. And while I wouldn’t trade that fun-filled week for a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, I could definitely do without the post-holiday crash.
You know, the return to an endless queue of unread emails, unpacking the month’s worth of clothing I jammed into a single duffle bag, and having to brush my hair and iron my clothes before leaving the house.
Like a giant Pixy Stix, the holidays can appear to be an endless tunnel of sweetness— parties, caramel popcorn and sledding. But, eventually, the goodness comes to an end, and you find yourself staring down the inside of a sticky plastic straw, wondering if you should have selected a designated driver before letting your blood-sugar reach this level.
Perhaps, as you come down off the holiday high, you can relate to this cute little boy from my parents’ ward who literally could not cope with the prospect of life post-Christmas. After a thrilling Christmas morning and a one-hour church meeting on Dec. 25, he simply laid down at his mother’s feet and called it a year.
I think I’d like to join him for a moment.

Back-to-everyday-life blues

Three-hour lunches with friends. Michael Bublé’s new Christmas CD. Dinners that don’t come from boxes. Late-night “Just Dance 3″ boogie sessions.

My trip home for the holidays included all of these wonderful things. And while I wouldn’t trade that fun-filled week for a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, I could definitely do without the post-holiday crash.
You know, the return to an endless queue of unread emails, unpacking the month’s worth of clothing I jammed into a single duffle bag, and having to brush my hair and iron my clothes before leaving the house.
Like a giant Pixy Stix, the holidays can appear to be an endless tunnel of sweetness — filled with parties, caramel popcorn, snowmen and sledding. But, eventually, the goodness comes to an end, and you find yourself staring down the gooey inside of a sticky plastic straw, wondering if you should have selected a designated driver before letting your blood-sugar reach this level.
Perhaps, as you come down off the holiday high, you can relate to this cute little boy from my parents’ ward who literally could not cope with the prospect of life post-Christmas. After a thrilling Christmas morning and a one-hour church meeting on Dec. 25, he simply laid down at his mother’s feet and called it a year.
I think I’d like to join him for a moment.