It’s no secret – I love to try new recipes. I constantly find myself “pinning” dips, cookies, apps – you name it, I’ve got a pin board for it. Go ahead, check it out. See? It’s a bit of an obsession.
Boston is – hands down – one the coolest cities in the country. I say that being a fairly avid traveler and resident Bostonian. I’ve traveled to a good deal of U.S. cities, and I appreciate all of them. They each bring their own unique style and flair, but none compares to my city.
Pop quiz! What’s better than caramel, apples and cinnamon in the fall? Answer: nothing! Seriously though, the combination is a classic warmer weather combo, and one that I just can’t get enough of. My recent post highlighting Fireball Cider Jell-O Shots, is proof of that!
If you’re a twenty or thirty-something, it’s almost a sure bet that if you threw a party at your house, you were left with a bottle (or some remnants) of Fireball Whiskey. For whatever reason, it’s become one of those classic party staples. (I’m still trying to figure out why, to be honest…)
I’m not really sure when exactly it was that I got into food and cooking, but it’s something that I have been interested in for as long as I can remember. It all started with my grandma. My mom’s mom. The cutest little Romanian woman who had the food sense of a goddess. No measuring cups, no recipes, nothing – she just did her thing in the kitchen.