When I hear the word “pie” I immediately think of apple, or blueberry, or strawberry rhubarb.
That’s a cookie for all you non-Australians. It’s short for biscuit.
Since sharing my big news about travelling to Australia last month, things have been so over-the-top busy I’ve barely had time to catch my breath!
Dreams can be funny. They can be huge, over-the-top notions of how life could be, or strange stories that melt away as you rub the sleep from your eyes.
As some of you may know, I am knee-deep in packing up my apartment right now, getting ready to move out at the end of the month.
Tonight I’m helping the boys out.
I’m so excited to be back! I really missed you guys, and, I missed writing about delicious food!
Welcome to my new blog! The blog survived the migration process and looks basically the same as it did before, in
So there’s what I know (cooking, baking, my middle name) and there’s what I don’t know (WordPress.org). Let’s get the scary, unknown stuff out of the way.
