A few weeks ago I received a text from a girlfriend asking if I could do two weeks in Australia with her on a whim. Andddd this is why we are friends! I told her my big vacation budget for the year had been spent. So, we settled on a long weekend in Cancun with…
Month: September 2019
Auberge du Chateau
In Nyon Switzerland there is a tiny little square lined with just one restaurant and one little wine bar. The whole thing looks out over the lake. It is just picturesque and the cutest. I took advantage of a cool, but pretty evening to dine outside at Auberge du Chateau. They like to start their…
Hotel Ambassador Restaurant
My home away from home recently has become the simply chic Ambassador Hotel in Nyon Switzerland. However, it was just this trip that I finally tried their restaurant. After working in the garden and sipping on rose wine, I started chatting with the charming restaurant manager, Walter, who insist that I must dine with them….
Ina’s Turkey Sausage Lasagna
What’s the best leftover you can think of that’s delicious served cold? Revenge? Close. For me, it’s anything red sauce pasta, which is how I cam to test drive Ina Garten’s Turkey Sausage Lasagna as part of my Hurricane Dorian readiness plan. This was beyond simple to make and will absolutely be a staple in…
Layered Raleigh
There’s a new bakery in town. Wait, make that a croissanterie. Yep, that’s all they do are variations on the croissant! I had occasion this week to just happen to need a French good luck charm and this seemed like a much more reasonable alternative to say…mmm…Cartier? More calories though. Bummer. I was in a…
Snacks the Size of Wheezy F. Baby
I recently had the pleasure of an across the land pond visit to Wheezy F. Baby. Not the Li’l’est Wayne’s house exactly, but the Li’l-est Wayne in Indiana anywho. I saw my own littlest Wayne’s (super hip code for niece and nephew) and my charming SIL made me this more that l’il Key Lime pie…
Key Lime Fine
This might be the strangest summer on record. Unless it was on a holiday weekend, I didn’t hit a single moment at any pool. There were no key lime pies. There were no melony, buratta-y, fresh tomato-y salads. I don’t have an inkling of what the song of the summer is. And bathing suit body?…
Macarons and Mayhem 