One of my New Year’s resolutions this year is to bring more “vacation” to everyday life – to purposefully take time to make the ordinary weeks feel special, and to develop little rituals of self-care and fun to break up the week. We’ve been trying to get in bed early to snuggle up with our books instead of mindlessly watching TV or scrolling through Instagram. We’ve been making more homemade cocktails to fancy up our Saturday night dinners at home. And perhaps my favorite new little ritual is that we’ve been having lovely little Sunday brunches – nothing fancy, usually just at home, but just taking the time to make a nice meal in the morning and linger over coffee and the newspaper. Somehow, dedicating time to cooking a real meal for myself and Brad on a slow weekend morning feels like the most decadent, lovely way to honor the weekend and make it feel special.
It makes me so happy that every year, Father’s Day falls right around my “blogiversary” – the anniversary of the day I started blogging! My Dad and I have the exact same taste in desserts – with anything warm, gooey, and topped with vanilla ice cream way up on the top of the list. I think this makes the cut, wouldn’t you say?
It’s become a little tradition around here to bake a big decadent dessert with bacon to celebrate another year of life, love, and copious amounts of food on My Bacon-Wrapped Life. If you’ve followed this space for awhile, you know that I am definitely not a cake person – I’ll take brownies, cookies, ice cream, pie, etc. any day. So for my celebration I wanted to make perhaps one of my ALL-TIME favorite desserts – a warm, gooey, enormous skillet baked chocolate chip cookie!
…with bacon of course. Topped with vanilla ice cream. (!!!!!)
Aren’t these weeks after Memorial Day so funny? It may feel like summer outside, but the calendar doesn’t lie – it’s still definitely Spring, for a little over one more week! Don’t get me wrong – I love summer and am happy to pretend it’s here as early as possible – but let’s not rush through the gorgeous foods spring has to offer in anticipation of watermelon and corn on the cob and burgers and ice cream. They’ll still be there waiting for us next week, I promise!
Banana bread might be the first thing I bake in a new kitchen to feel like home, but shortly after has to be homemade pizza. It’s the savory equivalent, coziness-wise, and nothing makes me feel quite at home like a bowl of dough rising in the corner, a floured counter, and visions of crispy, cheesy, meaty goodness dancing through my head.