Ink and Vodka. How could I have forgotten you for so long? Two of my favorite things in one webtastic manifestation of 1010001001s, sitting here barren since … well, way too long actually. I went from giving you a total rebrand (in concept) to completely walking away from you, leaving you to fend for clicks with the quiet promise of “No really, there will be an update … soon?”
It’s not that I haven’t been cooking. Or baking. Or shooting said cooking and baking. Or buying all the accoutrements and trappings of both. I have. Oh sweet maple syrup, I have!
And with that, I will make this pledge that I will post something every day, EVERY DAY from here on out. A link. A blog. A photo. A deal. Something.
Yes, yes, you’ve heard this before, but REALLY.
If I don’t, call me out on it.
I have one photo not on the camera. It’s the pumpkin pie I made for Thanksgiving with a Fleur de Lys top (The Saints played the Cowboys on T-day, WHO DAT doesn’t need to say who won?!). It was absolutely delicious and the only pumpkin pie I ever ate that I really, really liked. Instead of pre-packed pumpkin spice, I made my own on the advice of a Foodie at Whole Foods. A little bit of this, a little bit of that and a whole lot of New Orleans spirit.
*PS — Don’t smoke cigarettes. They screw with your tastebuds and there’s too much good food out there that deserve ALL of your tastebuds. Also, they kill.