Café Latte Heath Layer Cake

Hello! Are you ramping up for the biggest cooking holiday of the year!? I am! My parents are hosting, but I'm bringing these brussels from epicurious.com, Ina Garten's stuffing, and this pumpkin ice cream. The holidays are always peppered with my babies birthdays, and that is what inspired this sinful, ooey, gooey, chocolatey, moist, delicious, chocolatey, soooo yummy, did I say chocolatey cake. Bookmark this one for the next time you need a special occasion cake that is quick and easy to whip up, ingredients are easily found and you'll be sure to impress all! 

Wanna-Be Chef / Move over Giada / Food Network Star in Waiting

Come one, come all to my personal Freak Show. Behold, my riveting Food Network performance sent to FN producers for the show Best Home Cook in America, here on the bee-log for all to see. The casting director said start and stops are OK and asked that I talk about myself and not the actual cooking because apparently FN knows how to cook - pa-shaw. The video feels really spastic to me, but it does show my squirrely, fun personality - too bad the producers didn't get the impression I AM AN AWESOME wanna-be chef. Next season, FN, next season. With over 400 views I either have some magnetic sparkle in my video or my Grandma has nothing else to do - probably the latter - yep, I checked with my Grandma, it's definitely the latter.

The Only Bowl of Oatmeal you Should Ever Eat Again. Period.

I'm beginning to realize I think about food a lot more than the average person. I'm beginning to realize it's really my thing. I'm beginning to realize I'm a fantastic spokesperson when it comes to home-cooking, local-loving, vegetable procuring, -- an all around kick ass foodie in the true sense of the word. Yes, I teach yoga - it was a bucket list task, a to-do, a check off the check list of life if you will. But - nay! Not my true calling - possibly, could it be? a sabotage to my true path. How did a bowl of oatmeal lead me to these ponderings? I dunno. Something about a couple good words and a steaming cup of coffee aside oatmeal goodness in the morning. 

Pumpkin Pie Bars

These Pumpkin Pie Bars are so virtuous I allowed my 6 year old to have one for breakfast - yes, for the record - it was pie after consuming a bowl of shredded wheat. So virtuous, I broke my never eat after 7:00 pm rule and devoured ate one at 9:30 pm. So virtuous, you'll be wondering what the word virtuous actually means. In this case it means make these bars and find company soon because you'll be opening up your fridge door moving leftovers aside grabbing for the 9x13 and whipped cream servin' up some creamy pumpkin, with the best chewy coconuty flaxed-out crusted bars to all the boys in the yard. Super simple. Super tasty and wholesome. You'll want to make these again and again!

The Foodie-est Way to Prepare Pheasant EVER!

Are you a fan of wild game? And by wild game I don't mean little minds inquiring about all the banalities of life causing you to declare a 10 question limit on the afternoon before your brain explodes a spirited activity you might play with your little ones. I mean pheasant! And grouse! And venison! And And And... um... what else? Let's get wild! 

Kaleonaise Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato {BLT Sandwich}

I've undergone Been blessed with 10 years of marriage and finally entirely understand a postcard I received in my early 20's of a retro Anne Taintor postcard displaying a 1950's husband and wife duo standing in front of the refrigerator with the tagline: male refrigerator blindness claims another victim. As a newly married woman I was completely clueless to the meaning of the postcard. Male refrigerator blindness? Odd, but OK, whatever you say - married people are weird. Fast forward 10 years, Travis in front of a (seriously) bursting fridge and apparently there is "nothing to eat." Aha! Refrigerator Blindness - it's a thing! A real thing! May all men be eyes wide open when BLT's with Kaleonaise are in the fridge. Amen.