Well, hey there! It’s been a few weeks since we last caught up. My working life in Canada is just around the corner, so I’ve been focusing on participating more in my actual life to create memories for future smiles while I’m away and missing home.
I was searching far and wide for the perfect version of this recipe, until I gave up and created my own.
For me, no breakfast routine is complete without an enormous, unmeasured dollop of peanut butter. I haven’t always felt that way, though.
I’m about to get a little personal.
You know, although friendships fade and people move on with their lives, there some that were destined to reappear. They remind you of a point in your life which (whether it be in a big or a small way) shaped the person you are today. They bring back memories that might have been buried beneath the…
Lately, I’ve found so much excitement in pulling random ingredients from the cupboard, whipping them together and crossing my fingers as I sit in front of the oven to impatiently watch them bake.
It’s starting to get a little chilly outside. Although coffee is usually my vice when it comes to nursing goosebumps, I wondered if I could be kinder to my body with something a little a little warmer than a cuppa. Like a cup full of Chris Hemsworth hugs, I wanted something that could last a little longer…
Dear Dad, Happy Birthday! I might not the most gifted painter, but I think this recipe is the best kind of gift in itself. Not only is it something for you to look at, learn from and enjoy, but it’s something that keeps on giving to me too.
Peanut butter. Thick, gooey and smooth, yet textural and crunchy if you’d prefer. Rich, indulgent and deeply flavoured, yet full of goodness, so satisfying and so nourishing.
I’m kinda bummed that, instead of always seeming to accidentally add ex-boyfriends from donkey years ago on Facebook while half-asleep at 1am, I didn’t think to research healthy ricotta pancake recipes until last night.