There’s something deeply satisfying about playing bartender at home, especially when you nail a cocktail that looks like it belongs in a dimly lit speakeasy but was actually made while you were wearing pajama pants.
I’ve decided to transform my bathroom into a spa. I wanted to create my own oasis, where I can relax without stress, where I can take care of myself without interruptions, a quiet place to be alone with my thoughts.
“Every human contact is made smooth by etiquette, or awkward by lack of it” Emily Post was onto something there. Not because she told us which salad fork to use. But because she reminded us thatshared rituals, however small, can bring calm to the chaos.
Happy apple pie day, everyone! Yes, this is a made up social media holiday, most likely an American invention, but since is autumn here down under, may 13th is actually a perfect day for baking apple pies.
When I first moved to Australia, my newly acquired friend Faten put together an adorable care package for me. It contained delicious sweets Aussies love: tim tams, vovos, anzac biscuits and, of coarse, lamingtons. I was love at first bite.
It doesn’t matter how I am, Harry Potter will always be a comfort thing. So I put together a little gift guide inspired by the wizarding world, think subtly nerdy home decor, nothing too cheesy, just thoughtful little finds for the witch in me who still half-expects their Hogwarts letter to arrive by owl any time now.
Tempering chocolate sounds fancy and intimidating, but once you get the hang of it, it’s actually kind of therapeutic, like edible alchemy.
Baking macarons is hard, y’all. It requires a little patience, some technique and a lot of practice.
I’m entering my copper era. I want my kitchen to look like the inside of a French cookbook married an Anthropologie catalog. Why just cook when you can curate?
I’m not saying I’m Hygge, but I did light three candles before writing this.