i. made. this. pie.

THIS ONE. 

the one on the cover of bon appetit.  

lime and blackberry italian meringue pie. 

you can find the recipe here. 

doesn't it look delicious?  yep, it was a challenge, but i couldn't say no. 

plus, it was for a special occasion.  it definitely took some time, but it was totally worth it. 

here's my version: 

aren't you impressed?

adventures in august

thunderstorms punctuating the weeks and briefly clearing the muggy air, 

my transplanting to a new house and a new side of town,

old and new friends and live music in the streets,

homegrown basil topping fresh tomato salad ...

pink lemonade cake

world-famous deliciousness now available at a dewey's near you!

mardi gras!

last night, we celebrated in style, i mean, we feasted on red beans and rice, followed by king cake, of course.

last year, d got the baby. 

sadly, she couldn't bring us cake for this year,
so i decided to make ours from scratch.

i was nervous, but it turned out deliciously!

yum!

weekend update: new york edition*

*yes, this is a bit belated, but it's been a busy week.  whatever. 

so, to recap last weekend's adventures in nyc- where do i begin? 

friday

5:00 land at jfk

5:30 hop in cab

cab driver: where to?

me: manhattan- w 12th, between 8th and greenwich

cab driver: WHERE? 

6:30 arrive at friend's apartment

we enjoy a low-key night, dinner followed by dessert at sweet revenge.  mmm, cupcakes. 

saturday

we prepared to start the day off right with brunch, but ... 

10:30 slam back of head into friend's dresser.  oops. 

it hurt like crazy, but i tell her (and myself) i feel fine.  

11:15 sit down at restaurant.  immediately, i do not feel fine. 

i try to keep from freaking out while we webmd "concussion." 

11:45 rush through brunch and back up to the apartment.  

i feel like i'm going to faint.  i have no idea what to do. 

12:15 roommate + her bf come back to apartment. 

we tell them my story.  bf checks my pupils to see if they dilate.

he tells me i'm fine.  i feel a huge wave of relief.  

saturday afternoon we walk along the highline before heading uptown to the moma,

then catch some football at brother jimmy's bbq. 

we round out the evening with a night at the new york comdey festival, 

followed by thai room service. 

i am continually thankful i don't have a concussion. 

sunday

11:00 we i sleep in (just a little bit) but rise and shine in time for ...

the brooklyn flea!  (i am SO excited.)

we meet up with another friend to trek across the brooklyn bridge, 

enjoy delicous pizza made hot right on the spot, 

and browse the wares, old and new. 

we each take home a treasure. 

perfect. 

sunday afternoon we relax, then i experience my first 

pinkberry on the way to church.  delicous. 

monday

6:30 sadly, i'm up at the crack of dawn to fly back to good ol' winston salem. 

thanks, friend, for a delightful trip! 

36 hours in winston salem

a few years ago, the new york times featured winston salem in their travel section.   the article highlighted places to go and sights to see during a 36-hour escape to the city.  this weekend, as friends gathered back in winston salem for homecoming, we rocked our own version of "36 Hours in Winston Salem."

friday

1:30 pm lunch at rose's deli (we all enjoyed cris' special)

7:00 pm dinner at la carreta (margaritas, of course)

10:30 pm president's ball (the bi-annual wake forest bash)

saturday

11:00 am brunch at crepe myrtle (thanks for the beignets, becca!)

2:30 pm burgers at minorcas (delicious cookout, with bush as grill master)

5:00 pm homecoming tailgate (so many more friends)

6:30 pm wake beats maryland (go deacs!)

sunday

10:00 am breakfast at bruegger's (maybe not midtown, but bagels and coffee? yum)