This is probably one of the hardest posts I will ever write. I had planned to post the recipe for this High Rising Sandwich Bread on Sunday. But at 4 a.m., we received a call from my parents that my beloved Nanny had passed away. I spent most of Sunday in a fog. I know …
Food for the Soul
Independence Day is nearly here! Hooray for three day weekends, barbecues, and celebrating our Nation. If James and I were in San Antonio this weekend, we’d be preparing for a weekend full of tubing, good beer, and of course, fajitas. Do you know the history behind fajitas? Originally, skirt steak (what real fajitas are made …
Since making that SoCo Caramel Popcorn last week, I’ve really been on a booze-infused recipe kick. This past Saturday, The Brit and I perused our local Farmer’s Market and I zeroed in on some beautiful sweet cherries right away. Now, I know you’re supposed to use Sour Cherries in traditional pie filling, but I like …
When James and I moved back to the U.S., we moved to just west of New York City. We knew not a soul. We had no traditions, no friends, and no clue what to do in our new home for entertainment. We were pretty poor after an international move, so we tried to find a …
I’m going to preface this recipe with a little story about pie crust, to start. I’ve long had pie crust anxiety. It was only made worse when last year when I went home to San Antonio for a visit. Before I’d even begun packing, I’d asked my Nan if she would teach me , really …
I have been to the land of King Arthur. I visited Avalon and Camelot, and saw Excalibur from afar. I walked its hallowed halls, baked in its beautiful wood burning oven, and even broke bread with its residents. At this point, you’re thinking to yourself – Amber’s had one too many boozy Margarita Bars. But …
When I was a kid, my dad was the king of two things: hamburgers and milkshakes. My dad could eat a hamburger for every meal of the day. And he could quite happily drink a vanilla milkshake every day too. (Not that my mother would ever let him.) The other day, James and I received …
On Saturday, my nephew David turns 5. Five years ago, my husband and I had just disembarked from a cruise ship, and barely made it through customs (where cell phones are not allowed) when my phone began to ring. I answered it to hear both my mother’s tears, and Davey’s first cries too. There I stood, in the middle of a sidewalk at New York City’s cruise pier, crying my eyes out.
Four months later, I met Davey for the first time. We gathered at Canyon Lake, Texas, a place that my sister and I spent the majority of our childhood summers, spring breaks, and long weekends. Chellee and Jeremy walked out of their cabin, and put a little baby wearing only a diaper into my arms. He promptly threw up on me.
Just a week ago I stood in this beautiful Walnut orchard as a guest of the California Walnut Board and learned all of the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears that goes into growing 99% of our nation’s walnuts in the tiny farming communities surrounding Sacramento. I can’t tell you how beautiful it was. I …
Today is Mother’s Day. I am not yet a mother, but three women who have shown me how it’s done leave me no doubt that I will be a strong one when the time comes. And when I falter, they will be there to support me.
Who am I talking about? My mother, my nanny, and my sister. Today, my post is about them. They are three of the most precious women in my life, for a myriad of reasons. I hope by the end of this post, they know how just how precious.