Lovely Weekend

 

1. Black Xantus
2. Rich, chocolatey, and aged in bourbon barrels.
3. Fig and Proscuitto Pizza. Might be my favorite.
4. Staring at the weird teddy berry art display. They are lovely : ).
5. Sarah snuck one in.
6. Rumors.
7. I love when my home is filled with sweet folks.
8. Cold brew.
9. 2 new friends. So sweet.
10. Texas Pecan Waffle.
11. The cutest baby feet ever.

5 Things Every Baker Needs in Their Kitchen

1, Spatula- I use mine in every recipe!
2. Cute Tart Dish- There are endless amounts of tart recipes, savory and sweet.
3. Food Processor- Allows an easy and consistent way of making pie and tart crusts.
4. Prep Bowls- Mise En Place! It is worth the extra prep time. I learned this the hard way : ).
5. Pretty Dish Towel- It will brighten up the kitchen and save on paper towel usage.

Sneak Peak: A Peachy How-To

I am so stinking excited! We filmed my first ever video blog post 1 week ago and it is almost complete. My idea never would have come to life without Sarah Gee. She is awesome. Here is a few sneak peaks of the Peach Galette.

Photography by Sarah Gee and Kaleb Fulgham.

I Miss New Orleans

I miss the bright, warm colors of the old buildings and houses. I miss the sound of the distant saxophone coming from somewhere around the corner. I miss casual conversations with fellow passengers on the streetcar. I miss wandering into old book stores and getting lost in the stories, the creaky wood floors, and the friendly resident cat. I miss the mountain of powdered sugar on top of fresh, warm beignets. I miss blowing powdered sugar everywhere because I am dining with hilarious friends...and maybe delirious friends.  I miss the soulful sounds of the gentleman singing hymns outside the cafe. I miss the Mississippi River. I must admit I did not think it would be so beautiful. I miss sipping a savory Bloody Mary and hearing the loud conversations and music in the French Market. I miss the gypsy cab rides and the best poor boy I have ever eaten. I miss the impromptu folk concerts in the French Quarter and the man who is so moved by the music he has to get up and dance. I miss the peaceful, ancient graveyards and the story-filled thick air.  I miss the living of life there, the still, present living. I even miss the aches in my feet that prove I have wandered, and seen, and felt joy. I miss New Orleans.