Imagine yourself two stepping across the dance floor, boots tappin’ a tune on the concrete as you twirl your partner among the beams, brick and reclaimed barn wood. The smell of smoky BBQ fills the air, sending your salivating taste buds in the direction of an ice cold beer.
With the exception of a few raindrops, Saturday was the perfect day to go garage sailing. I love garage sales because you never know what treasures will turn up. While out scrounging, I came across a 1950 Betty Crocker Big Red Cookbook.
If you’re a thrifter, antique geek or boutique freak, you gotta go to Sophie Joe’s. They have a little something for everyone and the fun is in the digging. The store is huge so be ready to spend some major time. The staff is incredibly helpful too. Prices range from peanuts to pounds depending on what you’re looking for. And, if you’re in the market for unique gifts, you’re bound to find them here.
I am a collector of recipes and cookbooks. I could sit for hours in a cozy chair thumbing through countless pages, absorbing every detail of technique and measurement while imagining the ingredient palate mixing together on my tongue.
After carousing around in restaurants these past few days sampling food bursting with flavor, I was dreading piecing together the usual boring suspects housed within my refrigerator.
I had a taste for something unusual but didn’t want to get carried away pulling out recipe books, searching like a lost sailor for the perfect one to please my palate, only to spend my evening slinging pots and pans and slaving over a hot stove (not to mention the clean up).
While out carousing on one of my thrifting adventures, I happened upon a delicious find, a Juicy Couture Heritage Crest Scottie Satchel! Those of you who know me well, know that I have a passion for purses. It’s an addiction really and I’m sure if there was a group for purse-aholics anonymous, I’d be strongly encouraged to join.
Saturday mornings traditionally call for cartoons with a side order of Apple Jacks, but every once in a while we get a hankerin’ for potato pancakes. While they’re not made of flour, sugar or eggs and topped with maple syrup, they are made from…that’s right baby, potatoes! (Can you ever really go wrong with potatoes?)
It’s a known fact that I despise peeling things. In fact, I’d rather be shot out of a cannon (also not appealing) and land in a field of thickets than peel carrots, potatoes and parsnips.