I sat down today to write a blog because I realized something terrifying… I almost forgot I have a blog. Not because I don’t love writing. Not because I ran out of ideas. But because life looked at me, laughed, and said, “Oh, you thought you had time?” Somewhere between laundry that magically multiplies, dishes that never stay dirty long enough to prove I cleaned them, and a to-do list that regenerates overnight, writing a blog quietly slipped out of my brain. Not dramaticall

Today’s episode of “What Could Possibly Go Wrong in the Kitchen?”  featured homemade butter . Yes. Butter. The kind that makes you feel like a pioneer woman… until your kitchen looks like a dairy crime scene. The recipe is almost offensively simple: Homemade Salted Butter 1 pint (2 cups) heavy whipping cream Salt to taste That’s it. No fancy ingredients. No preservatives you can’t pronounce. Just dairy and confidence. I poured the heavy whipping cream into my KitchenAid  and

January 1st: National Hangover Day — Because of Course It Is January 1st is many things. A fresh start. A blank page. A day full of promises like “This is my year”  and “I’m definitely going to drink more water.” It is also, quite fittingly, National Hangover Day —which makes absolute sense considering it arrives immediately after New Year’s Eve, the holiday where time doesn’t exist, drinks multiply, and everyone suddenly believes they can handle “just one more.” Somehow, as