You know, I used to hate Valentine’s Day. This so-called Hallmark holiday fabricated to get people to buy heart-shaped paraphernalia and Valentine cards—I thought it was all rubbish.
At the same time, I had never been in love until I met Mr. Williams. In fact, he was my first Valentine. Now I get what all the hype is about. It’s nice to spend a day celebrating each other’s love for one another. Well actually, I think I like Valentine’s Day more because it gives me an excuse to dress up and go out to a nice dinner. I mean, come on, how many occasions out of the year can I wear my fancy Rachel Roy romper?
This year the world is fortunate enough to have Valentine’s Day fall on a Saturday—meaning the celebration doesn’t have to only begin after work when we’re all tired and feeling gross from sitting in a cubicle all day. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice to wake up to a romantic breakfast in bed? The answer is yes, which is precisely why I came up with these Valentine’s French Toast Breakfast Sandwiches.
For starters, we love breakfast sandwiches. But for Valentine’s day I wanted to crank things up a notch—thus, the French toast. Yes, they are heart-shaped. And yes, you can still make these if you are single. Continue reading
I feel like my life right now is a cinnamon roll. Within every layer of dough is a sweet filling that makes the cinnamon roll what it is. It’s been nearly two years since I’ve moved here to San Francisco, and after four jobs, I’m still trying to dig through the layers to find that sweet spot.
I’d been eyeing this pumpkin cinnamon roll recipe for quite some time. One year and a few attempts later, I’ve decided to confidently post it here on Shef Sherry. I love this recipe because the dough is nice and yeasty and pillowy soft.
There’s nothing that peeves me more than a hard, dry cinnamon roll. Ew.
I’m back! I apologize for being MIA this past month. Planning this Euro-trip has been at the top of my priority list, as I will be taking off in just a few short weeks! Recently, my life has been a whirlwind, from giving my 3-week notice at work, to dealing with my apartment, to starting a new workout regiment (Sean T, you never fail to impress me), to freaking out about my
lack of career options when I return (especially since I anticipate being broke, and my “inner-independent-womanly” self absolutely refuses to ask mommy and daddy for help), and figuring out how to pack my apartment into a few boxes. However, I think I’m handling things pretty well. Consequently, breakfast has taken a backseat in my morning ritual. What used to be my favorite meal of the day, is now nothing but a fleeting obligation of stale raisin bran cereal flakes, and a bitter cup of gasoline coffee. So today, I decided to remind myself of what breakfast is supposed to be.