Mmmm.

Mmmm.

Mr. How Sweet knew what to do with that chicken! He even used a cast iron skillet. And then he told me he is starting a blog that “will be better...

Suspense.

Suspense.

A few days ago, Mr. How Sweet was talking about cooking. Like… actually cooking a recipe himself! Without my harassment or nagging. I got him hooked on the Food Network a...

Simple Pleasures.

Simple Pleasures.

I think we all know how I feel about coffee. It tastes like dirty water. So does tea. It tastes like grass and dirty water. Yuck. I get an occasional latte...

Stuff.

Stuff.

1. I’ll pay someone one thousand dollars to show up at my doorstop in five minutes with these. I’m not even joking. 2.  I don’t love Nutella. I mean… it’s okay....

Last Night.

Last Night.

Mr. How Sweet walked through the door with a surprise. A very sweet surprise. Literally. Okay… six very sweet surprises. Plus one to fight over. I won. But I gifted it...

8 Signs of Spring.

1. I found a stinkbug on a window this morning. I almost tossed my cookies. I despise those things. Was it naive for me to assume they would just disappear? I...

Ew.

Ew.

Why is this in my fridge? Better yet, it’s not even in my crisper drawer, otherwise known as “the place vegetables go to die.” Why?