Sage and parmesan Meatballs


One of my all-time favorite “just got home from work and I’m starving” meals is just meatballs. Not meatballs with sauce. Not meatballs with pasta. Just meatballs in a dish with a little parmesan and a dash of soy sauce. I’m not even kidding.

I normally have a batch of meatballs in the freezer just for occasions like this – but given that it was summer and I was eating a lot of avocado toast… and then it was winter and I was moving and not filling my freezer. It got to be just about now when I realized I was meatball-less. Over the Christmas break, the local grocery store was having a killer sale on ground meat – and specifically the ones ideal for meatballs. So I stocked up and have no excuse anymore.

Turtle love // Day 3


Today was the day that we’ve dreamed of. Turtle Hospital Day! It was also surprisingly so much more than just turtles. Although that was all we had really planned, we surprised ourselves with a drive to Key West for lunch and beautiful sunset dinner. Such a winner of a day.

Despite hugging myself to sleep last night after Bloodlines, I couldn’t resist catching sunrise on the beach. Initially I thought I had missed it because the horizon was this faint shade of orange… but no, it was only going to get better.

To the keys // Day 2


Our first real day on vacation was a success. We started in Miami and ended in the Keys. It was bright and sunny. We got some seafood in us… and closed the day tucked into bed by 10 pm. Another far cry from our previous Miami trip when dinner reservations were just getting started at this time.

We grabbed a quick to-go breakfast at the Fontainebleau and hit the road. But not before having a hard time recognizing my Hertz rental car at the Valet stand. I literally had to look up the Hertz email to confirm that I had rented a gray Nissan Elantra. No big deal. The drive to the Keys was not short but completely flew by. It was just under 2 hours from Miami Beach to the Amara Cay Resort in Islamorada. 

Oh Miami // Day 1


Well nothing says a start to a winter vacation like a threatening blizzard and landing in a rain storm... right? Meghan and I planned this long weekend a little spontaneously to take advantage of some work travel. Although we almost cancelled due to the allure slash fear of missing the blizzard, we pushed on through. The plan is essentially to take a few days in the warm weather and visit the Turtle Hospital in the Keys. That's it. Anything else will be gravy.

So while a Miami landing shrouded in rain isn't a highlight, the rest of the weekend looks pretty solid - or so we hope. I’m not sure the last time I was on a vacation in the pouring rain. I’m sure it’s happened but I just can’t really remember a time it sidelined the day so much. The half day was spent getting in the hotel gym and people watching in the lobby. The lobby doesn’t have a moment of quiet with music blasting and beyond expensive sandwiches … but there is always a price to pay for people watching.

Despite the heavy rain, we ventured out to a seriously delicious dinner at Maccialina. Miami Beach has some oddly heavy traffic. It took us over 45 minutes to drive 3 miles. I can’t stop thinking about how tasty our meal was. We split the burrata prosciutto appetizer – of which every bite was perfectly salty. I ordered the beet pasta because I can’t resist beets and I hate the mess they make in my own kitchen.

Tomorrow? Headed to the Keys. We tucked ourselves in bed by 10 pm tonight which is literally the opposite of our previous trip here. We had dinner reservations at 10 pm that trip. This time, we are watching Bloodlines on Netflix because it apparently takes place just where we are going tomorrow.

Belated Christmas Post


In my mind, it is still Christmas. That is because I refuse to take down my tree and lights - or get rid of the poinsettias I have around the fireplace. Whatever, I live alone. Eleanor and I still think it's a win to watch Netflix and gaze at all the lights. Don't care.

This year for the first time I sent out a photo Christmas card. I've wanted to do this for YEARS. But honestly always felt like I wasn't entitled to it. I know that sounds a little ridiculous - but I'm not married, I don't have kids, I don't have grand kids. People with dogs send them - but I didn't want to look like a crazy cat lady with a picture of Eleanor. To be clear, nobody ever told me I wasn't allowed to send a photo card. I just felt like I wasn't. I didn't want it to seem self-indulgent for a giant picture of me along with my seasonal well wishes.

butternut squash & kale with brown butter fried sage

I might be turning into a broken record here... but I'm still going to say it. When I think about picking recipes to cook over the weekend, I think about what has the potential to taste good three days later. This absolutely limits what I end up cooking. Breaded chicken or fish? Sorry, that won't be crispy a few days later. But also... I had breading things. It is so messy.

I was flipping through some of my many magazines on Saturday morning and came across this recipe. I wish I could tell you which magazine it was from... and I'm only a little bit embarrassed that it might be "Every Day with Rachel Ray". But, I absolutely didn't pay for it. The subscription came as a gift with purchase from Wayfair. I feel like a lot of the recipes in this magazine are not very good for you. I'm not trying to be really healthy here but I'm also trying to not push my cholesterol through the roof.

honey balsamic baked chicken


While I was always in a quest for good leftover meals, this challenge means even more to me now. I love things that are seemingly well balanced meals and re-heat in 90 seconds. I don't get home until after 7:30 and there is no sense in even imagining a world where I'm cooking a meal then. Waste of imagination.

I'm not quite sure what I searched for to find this recipe but I was happy that I did. It was the perfect recipe for an easy dinner that tasted great, limited active prep, and was still good 3 days later. Granted the balsamic glaze was not "as amazing" as night one, but beggars can't be choosers. Or shall I say, commuters can't be choosers. 
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