A day or two following what my friends now call “The Bacon Incident,” I broke it off. Image: Thinkstock.

The Pettiest Breakup Of My Life

“She just grabbed the bacon off my plate! She didn’t ask, she didn’t even say anything, she just assumed it was OK and took it!”
“It’s just bacon —”
“It’s NOT about the Bacon, Donald. It’s about the principle.”

Minimal effort with high reward. Image: Our Stable Table.

#RavsRecipes: Hoke Poke Bowl

I also kind of feel like whatever I do eventually put in my body needs to be quality and filling and full of nutritious goodness. This is hard on mornings when it literally feels like all I can do to make toast. Sometimes I look at it, contemplate it fresh out of the toaster and briefly wonder if I really need to spread the almond butter on it. Because effort.

Hello, beautiful.

#RavsRecipes: Orange-Cardamom Pull-Apart Bread Of Beauty

I LOVE brunch. I love brunch more than I love most humans/animals/home renovation shows. It will come as no surprise when I tell you that I revere brunch like many people revere Lady Gaga and The Big Lebowski and Christmas. Brunch is a Big Deal for me — I take it seriously.


This Video Will Make You Think Twice About Seaside Dining

Mmmm, don't you just LOVE the ocean? The sounds, the smell -- wonderful all around. But do you love the ocean enough to invite it to brunch?