I think I have an underlying love hate relationship with pasta. I’ll go week, or sometimes even months (!!!) without having it, and then for some reason I’ll dream up some good recipe or Tony will request an Italian meal and then we’re off on a pasta eating binge for days.
How was your weekend? We moved into our new place and I’m freaking exhausted. This girl is in need of a mini vacation.
Just the other week I recieved Angela’s new cookbook Oh She Glows Every Day. If you’re not familiar with the blog Oh She Glows, now’s the time! Oh She Glows is a vegan blog, focusing on healthy every day plant-based approachable recipes. They’re consistently delicious and beautiful.
Imagine enjoying this for lunch: a big healthy buddha bowl with a slightly sweet mango coconut brown rice, sesame roasted sweet potatoes & broccoli, and topped off with an orange sesame almond butter dressing. Yeahhhhh, you’re so down.
So, we’re in the middle of packing up all of our dishes and just realized I have nothing left to eat off of. As in I literally scarfed down yesterday’s lunch with my hands. When you’re in the privacy of your own home, what does hot sauce all over your hands matter anyway?
Now, if you want to be a little fancier then me and show off how delicious you can make your lunch, you should 100% try these beautiful buddha bowls that I’ve created in partnership with my grocery delivery service friends at Peapod.
I have an endless supply of recipe ideas sitting in my drafts for you at all times. Like these peppers, who have been waiting to make their glorious appearance on Ambitious Kitchen for nearly two months.
Somedays I wish I could live in my kitchen, leaving the writing, editing, photography and all the other things behind. My happy place is recipe creation; fitting flavors and ingredients together like a puzzle. It’s my favorite part about my job. And also you all. Seeing all the recipes you make of mine makes me extraordinarily happy. I’m in awe that I get to create this life for myself, which keeps me inspired and feeling creative on a daily basis. You’re making this girl’s dream come true.
A few months ago, Tony and I had the chance to visit Pensacola, Florida where we had the absolute BEST truffle fries on the planet. The heavenly hot fries were full of garlic and truffle flavor, melted in your mouth and had this beautiful crusty golden exterior that I just couldn’t get over.
I finally reached my French fry heaven. One of my weaknesses in life. Yours too?
Good, because I’ve got the absolute BEST baked french fries on the planet for you to devour…
Oh hey friends. Happy Monday! This weekend I spent time at Deer Valley Resort for the Better Blog Retreat. Of course, I’ll tell you more about it in an upcoming post, but for now all I want to mention is that I CANNOT even begin to explain to you how completely gorgeous Utah is. I had no idea!
For the rest of the week, Tony and I are driving down to Moab, Utah to see my Mom, then we’re headed to Denver for a little vacation. Honestly, we need it. The past month has been CRAZY face due to moving, painting, traveling, projects and basically everything else that life throws at you.
Each and every Summer since I was a babes, I’ve gone to a family cabin in Northern Minnesota to celebrate the 4th of July. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite holidays because we all get together and celebrate with ridiculous little traditions.
It all starts early in the morning when my Godmother (my second Mom) puts an old school Shaggy CD on full blast. When we were little, we hated his music with a passion. These days, it makes us laugh and we stumble out of our rooms cracking up and shaking our heads.
Oh hey, it’s me. And apparently I’m the only blogger around who hasn’t made an extensive list of EVERYTHING you need to make for Thanksgiving. Perhaps it’s because I’ve never been that into the traditional Thanksgiving meal up until a few years ago; before that my Thanksgiving consisted of Mom’s stacked enchiladas, posole, spanish rice and empanadas.
The only thing traditional we had was pumpkin pie (because I requested it of course). And who could get sick of those kind of leftovers? Not me.