I don’t know about where you live, but ‘round these parts, St. Patrick’s Day is a pretty big deal.
A “start-drinking-before-noon” kind of big deal. I mean, we dye an entire river green. You just gotta do it.
It may be more than a week before the actual day, but in food blogger world, we always celebrate early. So welcome to St. Patrick’s Day WEEK up in here. I ate and drank copious amounts of chocolate and beer this weekend FOR YOU. You’re welcome!
Oftentimes, I wish I could be one of “those” people. You know the person I’m talking about. The kind of person that has homemade chocolate chip cookies in their cookie jar, instead of Chips Ahoys. The kind of person that makes a family-size lasagna or pot of chili and freezes the rest for meals throughout the coming weeks, rather than stuffing themselves and their boyfriend to the gills, then eating it for the next 3 days straight until neither of them can look at aforementioned once-delicious family-style meal. Too real?
We’re not sick of pumpkin yet, are we?
Hopefully not. Because pumpkin scones are here, and they are waiting for us with open arms. And by open arms, I mean brown butter-vanilla glaze.
I’m not going to lie…I can totally, TOTALLY be a pizza snob.
Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love all pizza, as I’m sure you can tell. But I tend to always want to make things…fancy. I want blue cheese and pear. I want organic lamb sausage and sweet, soft caramelized onions and thinly sliced prosciutto. I want fresh corn and tomatoes on whole-wheat crust. I want breakfast on my pizza, complete with a runny egg and bacon and chives. See? Total pizza snob.