Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandma's house. Most mornings she helped me master the art of making pancakes. I learned how to look at the edges and the bubbles on top to gauge when each pancake was done. I learned how to pick the best spatula for flipping and the importance of NEVER over-mixing the batter. Of all the culinary techniques I learned all of those mornings over the stove, the one that means the most to is this: the first pancake is the tester. I can't count how many first pancakes I botched. It's on this pancake you adjust the skillet temperature and, if you're me, you warm up your pancake flipping abilities. After this first pancake falls to the deadly forces of overheated skillets and poor flipping techniques, the rest usually turn out great. But I always expect the first on to be a little burnt and to have an edge folded under. Well, folks. That's life. Expect the first attempt to be bad. Expect to be burned. Whether it's in rela
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!