Happy (early) St. Patrick’s Day!! What better way to celebrate the Irish than with the richest, fudgiest brownies of all time? With booze, of course. Who do you think I am?
I absolutely love St. Patrick’s Day – it’s one of my very favorite holidays to make a festive treat for my blog. I love drinking stout beer and whisky, wearing green, and being super pale all year around, so an entire day dedicated to such things is highly exciting to me.
Important life lesson: You can never have enough healthy hand-held snacks. Or, ya know, chocolate. You definitely can never have enough chocolate.
After absolutely loving the results of these homemade granola bars and these Copycat Clif bars, I turned my sights to another one of my favorite snacks – KIND bars! Dark chocolate cherry cashew KIND bars, to be exact. Can you tell I’m a crazy bar fiend? I love these bars in particular because they’re hand-held and convenient, but also made with real, healthy ingredients. Plus, did I mention chocolate? But whenever I love something so much, my food-blogger brain starts pondering if I could maybe, maybe make it at home. And maybe even make it more delicious, cheaper, and real-food-filled?
I’d like to introduce you to my new favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
It’s healthy. It’s sexy. It’s impressive enough for company yet super easy to throw together. It’s shakshuka, and if you haven’t had it before, it’s just straight-up the best.
Guys, I may be the worst future-wife ever. I bake almost every weekend, cook nearly every night of the week, and it’s taken me almost 6 years to make my fiancé’s very favorite dessert, classic Italian tiramisu.
Well this year, I decided that day had come. I whipped this up yesterday morning to be ready for a special Valentine’s Day dessert, and it turned out so easy and delicious I couldn’t help but share it with you guys. Admittedly, I totally food blogger-ed it up with bourbon (it’s my ultimate secret weapon swoon ingredient) and mason jars, but hey, it’s still the classic coffee-soaked ladyfingers with mascarpone situation. Italian grandmas, don’t hate me!