You’ve arrived to Margaritaville! Population: You, dudes. …Also known as my mouth, every couple weeks. Welcome; I promise – I’m minty fresh. I have fond memories of margaritas. Albeit fuzzy. But fond. Partially because I love margaritas. Partially because I like Jimmy Buffet. But mostly because years ago, I used to visit my Mom and Dad as snowbirds in Mazatlán. We’d spend days walking around the city, checking out the sites. We discovered out of the way restaurants to dine ocean-side. Mom and I went body boarding; Dad couldn’t be coaxed into the water. We learned Spanish. We participated in ..read more

What’s your jam? I’m totally into the holidays. And bourbon. And I’m kind of awesome at making up my own songs. Singing them? Not so much. But I can string words together like…. Like a person who has string. And, uhhh, words. See what I mean? Nailed it. But seriously, you know how much I love Christmas.  If I had my way the tree would be up at the beginning of November. But evidently that’s frowned upon – almost as much as my killer vocal range. And while I don’t mind waiting for the December to deck the halls and play reindeer games, when the weather gets frosty I immediately crank up th ..read more

Skip post & feast directly on the recipe → You know, sometimes I wonder if I take life – or myself – seriously enough. Like if I was to tow the line, stiff upper lip, tone down the “enthusiasm,” pop out a few tiny humans, and don footwear more age appropriate than sneakers, I’d be taken seriously as a writer. As an entrepreneur. As a 37 year old woman. Or as a grown-up.  I won’t lie, even in serious situations, I tend to crack jokes and be optimistic about the bigger picture. It doesn’t mean I don’t take things to heart or cry uncontrollably in the bathtub. I absolutely do. I just do ..read more

Skip post & feast directly on the recipe →  If I’ve learned anything over the past 37 years, it’s to trust my instincts. Unless geography is involved. In which case, I’m usually dead-lost-wrong. I can almost mathematically prove that if I feel I should go one way, I should most certainly head in the opposite direction. Every. Time. Luckily I’m not such a flaming hot mess of confusion all the time. I’m just a flaming hot mess. That messiness though has landed me in some pretty kick-ass situations. It’s also kept me from dating psychopaths. Granted me the good sense not to walk down all ..read more

Skip post & feast directly on the recipe →  Can we just take a second to pause and indulge me a for moment? I want to say something about how confusing it is to communicate with other humans, mmmmmkay? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put my foot in my mouth not meaning what I say, or not saying what I mean. Or doing a bit of both and it comes out a great big orgy of STFU. And it’s never just one foot, is it? It’s usually a solid two foot landing, square in the tonsils. Sometimes both hands, too. That’s how big my mouth is. Which could be totally hot. Or totally gross. …You decide ..read more

Happy Saturday to you my friend. Let the BBQs, road trips & cocktailing begin! I have very exciting news for you today. I am PUMPED UP more than good ole’ Arnie. I’m going to be *LIVE* in the flesh, signing books, cracking jokes, and generally making an ass of myself this coming Saturday, July 15th and I want to personally invite YOU to swing by and get your copy of Cooking With Cocktails signed! That’s right my friends. Our very first Cooking With Cocktails Cookbook Signing party! And don’t worry. If you don’t have a copy yet and want to help me re-stock my bar, you can grab one (or seve ..read more

To quote a good friend of mine, “holy crap on a cracker!” – my cookbook – Cooking With Cocktails – hits store shelves, today. I might pee my pants a little bit. I’ve been sharing that unnecessary bit of bodily function news on various social media platforms all week. I’m so nervous and excited, I keep oscillating between peeing everywhere and feeling the need to vomit. Wow. If that sentence doesn’t get your stand-mixer motor runnin’ to cook up some new recipes loaded with cheese, butter, carbs, farm fresh produce and alcohol, I don’t know what will. To celebrate the book release (which is toda ..read more

I was thinking this morning about how much I love my friends. And not just because they let me hump their legs. Or drink their alcohol. Or hump their legs while drinking their alcohol. Thanks guys, by the way. I love them because they’re so god damn amazing. Both in terms of their friendship and in life. It never fails to amaze me how ridiculously talented they are. They write intriguing stories, create beautiful paper art, take care of injured animals, sling drinks like bad-ass mo fos, act their asses off in TV and film, crochet and knit better than most grandmothers, draw beautiful pictures ..read more

You guys… It’s so cold in here, I could cut glass. I’m not even kidding. It seems Winter hath arriveth, with great force and vengeance. And in Vancouver, that means sopping wet, windy and dark. The moisture just gets into the bone. And not in the sexy way. I’ve taken to seeking refuge indoors, locked far away from the windows that make up one full wall of my apartment, with the heat cranked, and donning hand-knitted socks from this gem & sweaters that are so old and pilled and stretched out, they have no business being seen anywhere but the dark-by-4pm corners of my laundry room. With th ..read more

Friends, fellow food people, drunkards, lovers… Happy (wine) Wednesday to you! It’s a VERY happy Wednesday, if you ask me. Remember when I told you I was writing a cookbook? Well, you won’t believe this. I can hardly believe this. I kind of want to puke and laugh at the same time. Though I don’t think that’d work out too well for anyone. After 12 “spirited” months of working night and day and usually well into the next morning, I’m proud (and terrified) to share the breaking news with you that Cooking With Cocktails is available for pre-order!!! MAMA WHAT! The manuscript has been scripted. Th ..read more