I AM DONE BOSTON. I quit. I give up. I can’t handle any more of you and your stupid snow. When it takes me and my Wisconsonite fiancé (seriously they know how to handle their snow up there) an hour an a half and some borderline frostbite to dig my stupid car out of the snow that is where I draw the line. And then when I try to escape by driving home to NJ, you dump more snow on me while I’m driving. I’m BREAKING UP WITH YOU BOSTON. It’s not me. It’s definitely you. Plus you broke my windshield wiper. Jerk. Continue reading
So I don’t usually apologize for desserts, but I really do need to make amends for this one. In my defense, I have a really good logic for this one that I actually came up with post-creating, but it totally still counts. What does a moderately lactose intolerant, probably shouldn’t be eating so much sugar, with a stomach that definitely does not respond well to apples person create when they’re trying to make a dessert that they should in no way be eating? Well, my friends, she made apple muffins. With ice cream. I know what you’re thinking–oh so she made muffins and then put ice cream on top of it when they were done. Isn’t that what people always do with apple pie? Good thinking, but no. That’s not what I did… Continue reading
Today’s Foodie Factoid: George Washington served a primitive form of eggnog to his guests with three different types of booze in it (sherry, rum, and rye whiskey). Good luck to you standing up after having a bit of that! For more information about eggnog you can go here.
I did not grow up drinking eggnog–it wasn’t one of those long time family traditions or anything like that. Nope. I didn’t become acquainted with my good friend eggnog until I moved to New Jersey when I was about 10. It was at this point that we started celebrating most of the holidays with my dad’s side of the family. My grandma, wonderful lady that she is, introduced the
drug drink to me as a treat one Hanukkah. Mistake. If my family would have let me, I probably would have sat on the kitchen floor then and there and chugged the entire bottle. I was in love. Continue reading