Raves and Faves 27

My daughters and I went on a wedding dress safari in Chicago last week, and UPS is delivering the lacy trophy in the next few days. The process couldn’t have been more pleasant at BHLDN‘s shop on East Walton Street. Last born and I settled on a velvet settee in a large fitting room, sipping…

Vanilla Buttercream Frosting

Last born had a birthday on Sunday. After warm spinach-artichoke dip and zingy cucumber dip; after frozen strawberry margaritas whose fruit factor was boosted with homemade strawberry jam; after burgers and hot dogs sizzling from the grill,  sweet and bacony baked beans, and potato-egg salad with fronds of fresh dill (that I should have chopped…

Twenty-seven Hats (and Honey-Mustard Chicken)

After my mother died several years ago, there were 10,000 details to attend to. I’ll tell you right now, it ain’t easy figuring out how to stop an electronically-drafted pension issued from a foreign country through an unknown entity based on employment 55 years earlier by a company that had no record of my mother…

Snapshot: Champagne Tasting

Champagne tasting with my Valentine and friends at The Capital Hotel in Little Rock on February 14, 2015. (So glad I’m not in charge of washing stemware.) Sometimes the photo is the story.

Cooking with Red and Green

The combination is everywhere right now, of course, because it’s the season of Red and Green. If you’re lucky, you might score a pair of light-up Christmas earrings perfect for your daughter while playing bingo at a family Christmas party. She will love them, and the Christmas-colored camo socks, too. But I digress. I like…

Apple Butter

I didn’t go to the Hillcrest Farmers’ Market this morning with the intention of buying apples to make apple butter. I was actually on a futile hunt for the elusive kouign amann pastry made by Mylo Coffee Company. (They sold out long before I got there.) But a trip to a farmers’ market, even in…

Raves and Faves 10

A welcome home gift of beautiful flowers from my husband. He bought them at About Vase in Little Rock, having heard me rave about the lovely and richly colored arrangements there, where the floral designer is some kind of magician. I don’t know which was nicer: knowing that I was missed or realizing that he…