Anyone who knows me (or has met me for even five minutes) will tell you that I’m very easily excited, and I’m wildly expressive.
That’s why the emergence of emojis a few years ago beyond the simple colon and closed parentheses “:)” …or, let’s be real, the colon and capital d “:D” was so SO important in my life.
How else do you convey “Sorryyyy, I’m totally going to be 15 minutes late…again” without the embarrassed/oops face? How do you convey “I’m ready to party” without the flamenco dancer in the flow-y red dress? How could you possibly convey “That’s right, I’m awesome” without the girl raising the roof?!
Words aren’t the same. I have too many emotions and faces to be contained strictly to text.
(At this point, do I have you wondering how we’ll ever get to tartines? Hang in there – I promise it’s coming.)
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Hi there! I’ve missed you. Is that a new haircut? Well, it looks great.
I feel like it’s been quite the whirlwind this past month. I’ve been working a crazy overnight shift in a sweet bakery…happily moving to daytime soon – God bless anyone who works overnight. The sun never felt more precious.
I was also lucky enough to spend a whole week home with my wonderful family and friends. And if you’re anything like me, you happily and lovingly tortured filled your tummy with homemade eggnog, cookies, cheese platters, bacon, hot buttered rum, and all manner of butter-filled foods. Because holidays. It’s the perfect excuse, and I totally embrace it.
Now it’s time to reign it in a little bit just so that your body doesn’t hate you too much. This is obviously the annual theme of January due to the aforementioned parade of goodies. Now, I’m going to be upfront with you – I’m still goin’ for the pastries at work and red wine with friends, but this is the “trade-off” soup (this one’s a close second). …keep reading!
I love breakfast for dinner. I’d say I make scrambled eggs for dinner roughly once a week. Frittata? Love it. (Especially this one.) And crispy bacon is always good. My family has even built a tradition around breakfast for dinner on Christmas Eve.
So when I recently came into a new waffle iron, I immediately thought “dinner.” You may well know that I don’t like a sweet breakfast (put syrup on my buttermilk pancakes, and I will hurt you), so I don’t typically have waffles for breakfast anyway. A kick-ass waffle sandwich for dinner though? Yes or yes?
When I started building the sammie in my head, I knew this little baby was bound to have