lasagna for breakfast? oh. yes.
I was supposed to go to my Cardio Barre class after work but I left too late and couldn’t make it on time. Well, I shouldn’t call it “my” class since I rarely go and it’s with 20+ other women. Details. Sooooo the point is that while my dreams of a perfect summer body are disappearing more quickly than my plate of bacon will on Easter morning (see Lent post), the...
One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop...– Luciano Pavarotti (The bf is in Seattle traveling for work and saw this quote scrawled on a chalkboard at Delicatus, where he had lunch. Had to share!)
it's that time again...
TTFN, my loves. I will count down the 40 days and 40 nights until we meet again. See ya on the flip side. Happy 1st Day of Lent! xxoo, marissa
on glittery cake and plastic babies
Mardi Gras has never particularly enthralled me. I picture loud, drunk people roaming the streets of New Orleans and vying for beads in inappropriate ways… also possibly wearing face paint and costumes (both no’s for me beyond the age of 10.) Granted, I feel bad for never giving it much of a chance since I try to see the good in everything. So, I’m here to publicly apologize to...
a bite is worth a thousand words
The first post on a blog comes with so much pressure. If this blog was a meal at a restie you’ve never eaten at it’d be like the bread that comes to the table - let’s be honest if it’s not warm and the butter is ice cold it sets the tone for the rest of the experience. So here’s my attempt at serving fresh-out-of-the-oven bread with perfectly tempered butter - you...