It’s been way too long since we bacon-ed our dessert, amiright?
In fact, I know it’s been just about a year, because it just happens to be my 4 year blogiversary! Just about 4 years ago, I started posting on this here space (check out my first post if you want to see some seriously offensive photos). Since then, it’s become a little tradition to create a bacon dessert to celebrate. Because why just eat butter and sugar when we can eat butter, sugar, AND bacon?!
…with Parsley! But I’ll spare you the final P.
Happy Memorial Day weekend! I know we tend to associate this 3 day weekend with the start of summer produce, but bear with me – it’s still technically spring for a few more weeks! Apparently something about seeing all the green vegetables pop up at the market this time of year makes me want to throw them on carbs with prosciutto, which I think is generally a good strategy for pretty much anything, right?
Despite growing up in Los Angeles and going back 4-5 times per year to visit family and friends, I never seem to really make a dent in my list of restaurants I’m dying to try. Every trip we’ll maybe squeeze one new stop in, but the vast majority of the time, we end up defaulting to our family faves over and over again. Not a terrible problem to have, but when I saw that Jessica Koslow of Sqirl (maybe #1 on my must-try LA restaurant list) published a cookbook full of recipes from her restaurant, I decided to finally take matters into my own hands and bring a little LA to the Bay myself!
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.