Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Sometimes breakfast is just breakfast, and sometimes it’s a work of art. Case in point, this recipe for Overnight Skillet Raspberry French Toast. There is something about baking in a skillet that is just genuinely beautiful. I make my banana bread in my skillet, and this Skillet Berry Crumble is beautiful to serve, but also …
If the entire country of Italy in quarantine has not made you aware that we might face the same thing here, then you’re not paying attention. It’s not a reason to panic, but it certainly is a reason to prepare. Personally, I’m not freaking out about coronavirus. In fact, as a self-declared germaphobe I feel …
Thirty years ago, I had tickets to see The Who as part of their Reunion Tour in Toronto, except I never got to use them. My father, without consulting me first, committed me to work the night of the concert. I was apocalyptic, with an extra dash of over dramatization, as only a 20 year …
A red eye out of LAX is not something people typically look forward to, but if you know how to spend the day leading up to your flight, it may be something you actually start to plan on purpose. The best way to make the most of your day before a red eye out of …
Tell me if this sounds like a familiar scene at your house: Yelling, “WHERE’S MY PHONE?” at least once per day. Spending five minutes of your life you’ll never get back untangling power cords. Searching every dusty corner and under couch cushions for the right charger for your phone. Damn you, manufacturers. Vowing …
When I was in my mid-twenties I was diagnosed with HPV. Precancerous cells were found in my cervix and that led to many uncomfortable pap smears and years of worry. At the time I’d never even heard of HPV and I certainly didn’t know it was sexually transmitted. It was a horrible way to find …
If you have ever stumbled upon any of my social media feeds, you will quickly come to learn that I love food and love taking pictures of it. Yes, I am one of ‘those’ people. I do not stand on chairs or set up tripods, but my friends and family know—picture first, eat second. I decided …
I love cookies. I mean, what’s not to love about cookies, really? They’re cookies. They probably mean love in nine out of ten ancient languages, and I’m inclined to believe they’re mostly magical. Even if they’re not technically magical, the time I spend with my son baking them is (mostly) magical. When the weather warmed up for …
