Last night for dinner, I pulled together (with the help of recipezaar) an updated version of fish and chips: panko-crusted tilapia, oven-roasted potatoes, and asparagus with Parmesan. Serve with a dollop of Trader Joe's jalapeno tartar sauce, some fresh lemon and a cold Stella, and voila, dinner is served!
I would be lying if I said I didn't want a Mad Men Barbie. Sorry kiddies, mini-Don and mini-Betty do not come with mini-martinis or cigarettes or emotional baggage. And, no, in case you're silently judging me, I am not one of those weirdo e-bay freaks who collects this crap. I just really like this one singular bit of pop culture memorabilia...okay, and maybe I have a stray beanie baby from 1995. Image from New York Times
This morning I decided to surprise my hardworking hubby by making something extra delish for breakfast. Trader Joe's frozen chocolate croissants make the kitchen smell divine--butter and sugar and chocolate, oh my! These chocolate goodies are a perfect wow factor at breakfast or brunch. All they require is proofing at room temperature over night and a quick egg wash over top before baking (to make them shiny and flaky!).
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway