This week’s cookie is the perfect recipe to roll out just days before Halloween. For one thing, they are all about the chocolate. And let’s be real–who doesn’t dig through their candy haul at the end of the night in search of something chocolatey? (I was all about those Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Snickers …
As the weather starts to drop, it’s not surprising to feel a tickle at the back of the throat or a bit of congestion. One of my favorite remedies for a sore throat has become the Hot Toddy. The hot water, whiskey, lemon, and honey combination is just perfectly soothing. I always like to take …
It’s already mid-September and I am so ready for the fall weather to finally arrive. I’ve pretty much been trying to force it along by baking things with apples and chai and drinking all the hot coffee I can. I am already four seasons into my annual autumn Gilmore Girls re-watch (because really, it’s the best season …
I recently started a new job. Trying to adjust to my new schedule, while also keeping weekend shifts as a barista, means that I’ve had to squeeze in my baking at odd times of the night. I’m sure that I’ll get used to the schedule the more I work it, which means I’ll finally be …
Back in 2011, my friends and I stayed up all night to watch the Royal Wedding. We’d just come off a night out at the end of our senior year and probably all managed to fit in a two-hour nap in some of my friends’ house (otherwise known as Mildred). We gathered on the couch–and …
San Francisco is one of those cities that has somehow become synonymous with Irish Coffee thanks to the Buena Vista and its place in the drink’s origin stories. The real, lesser known tale, tells the story of Joe Sheridan–the bartender who brought Irish Coffee to the Buena Vista–and the passengers of a Pan Am flight that was forced to turn around and land due to bad weather. Cold and tired in Foynes, Ireland, Sheridan was called in to warm the passengers up; he slipped some Irish whiskey into their coffee, topped it off with a pouring cream. When someone asked him if the coffee was Brazilian, Sheridan said, “No, it was Irish coffee!”
Have I admitted to my fascination with all things British yet? I don’t know if it’s the wonderfully dreary weather, the brogues, the pubs, the love of football (soccer), or the general awkwardness and forced politeness that seems to take over people, but I’ve always been drawn to the area. Back in college, I spent …