A couple of weeks ago,
on a random Tuesday,
Brian and I decided to apply for our marriage license.
We entered City Hall –
I, happily dressed in a vintage sequin number
and he, in a jacket and jeans.
Photographed by: Weddings by Nato
What? You don’t roll into Costco looking like someone’s Great Aunt Mildred? Stopped by the other week to buy the week’s provisions: a Rib Eye Roast, Yogurt for the Puppy, & two large tins of Colombian coffee blend. The free samples of Naan & the $2 slice is also pretty great. Click through for more ridiculousness! =D
This past weekend, I had a Netflix & Nosh party at my place. I wanted to have a super relaxed, gathering with strong coffee, brunch fare, & pretty desserts. (Isn’t the invite so cute? Thank god for the internet.)
After sending out the invites, everyone offered to bring an assortment of dishes – something that we all typically do for any get-together. Sadly, my girlfriends are all completely nuts about potlucks – so nuts that by the time all the guests were in attendance, THERE WAS AN ABUNDANCE OF FOOD. And I’m talking enough food to last a week! At the end of the party, I packed everyone leftovers, packed some more for a homeless guy that I see on 34th every day, and packed a little bit for Brian to have. After all that packing, my kitchen countertop was again back to its bare, sad, empty existence. Or so I thought. Later that night, I noticed a medium, white paper bag sitting in a corner by the fridge. I opened it and lo and behold – FIVE FLUFFY, FLAKY, BUTTER CROISSANTS GONE ROGUE. How annoying, I thought. I mean, I can’t eat this stuff during the week – these ungodly little pastries are only allowed in my existence on weekends! I can’t have them in the house but I can’t bear to throw them away either. So I decided to make something out of them & bring it to work. HA!
That’s where Nigella Lawson’s croissant bread pudding came in. It made perfect sense. Pudding came about BECAUSE of leftover bread! And what’s an easier baked good than bread pudding? So I doubled the recipe, added an extra egg for extra custard-ness (?), & splashed it with more bourbon than I care to admit. The result is this delicious, flaky, creamy, BOOZY goodness. Scroll down for the full recipe!
This pie is what happens when I’m trapped in my own apartment for a whole weekend. First of all, I had plans. Except according to the weather channel, the news, & the entire universe, it was supposed to be insanely rainy & windy all weekend so I decided to stay in & make that Netflix subscription work extra hard.
Click through for recipe & directions!
Since news broke out about Foie Gras being back on the menu in California, my whole newsfeed has been bombarded with opinions about it from both ends.
‘Yay! Foie Gras! I’m a ‘foodie’, feed me!’
‘No! Foie Gras! Gross and barbaric, don’t support it!’
Let me preface this by saying the following:
If you’re a vegetarian, pescatarian, or vegan, this post isn’t for you.
If you own a farm, grow your own vegetables, keep your animals happy, give them their last rites before the butchering, this post isn’t for you.
If you primarily shop and consume organically and humanely raised meat, this post isn’t directed at you.
If you’re like the majority of America who eats fast food, orders take-out, goes out to dinner, shops at major grocery stores and consumes conventionally-raised meat, and chose to share THIS POST (“If you eat foie gras, you’re an asshole”), continue reading because this is for you.