Ashley McLaughlin started her blog Edible Perspective in 2009, out of sheer boredom. She knew nothing about photography and not much more about cooking. Now she’s a food blogging cookbook author and knows a thing or two about these gluten-free Boston Cream Doughnuts. Why? Because she created them. And you could win a copy of the cookbook that holds their tasty secrets.
So how did Ashley get her start? One day she picked up her husband Chris’s camera to fiddle around with it, and she says it was one of the best decisions she’s ever made.
Now, photography is a staple in her everyday routine, and her blog is proof she’s really got a knack for it.
Healthy recipes are at the forefront of her blog, with many of them being vegetarian, vegan and gluten-free, and if there’s anyone who can make a salad look like a glistening plate of jewels, it’s Ashley.
Happy Friday and it’s finally, officially, one-day-after-the-calendar-declaration-there’s-stuff-a-blooming, SPRING has SPRUNG!
On a pogo stick, no less.
Thanks to all of you who commented last week about what you want to see in these here listy-listos of favoritos ala Friday-a-ohs. I put some of your comments to task and will be implementing them as the sands of the hourglass keeps sifting by.
Last weekend we took a big jet air liner to Seattle (am I the only one who remembers this song?) for a quick trip to tour of the city.
We ate, and ate, and ate, we watched fish fly though the air, felt all springy thanks to barely budding buds at Pikes Place Market, contributed to a wall of gum (ew) and just like the locals we put our umbrellas to use. Get a snapshot of our weekend here and I’ll be sharing more soon.
Besides bringing home precious memories of family time (ahh, cute) from Seattle, I’m so happy this guy decided to come home with us. We had to have him because he looks so much like our poochers Chewy.
I’d have to admit, this post is all about the goo. And maybe a little avocado to compliment the garlicky plot.
I love cheese. And if you’ve followed this blog for a nanosecond you’d know why. Maybe thanks to this and this and this.
We all have our weaknesses.
But recently I’ve felt a disconnect. I felt something’s been missing. I’ve missed my grilled cheese.
Maybe it’s because I know that Grilled Cheese Month is nearly here. So I started brainstorming some tasty combos I hope you’ll love. Hey, tell me, what do you love, anyway? The comments below are a great place to say.
Do you have your megaphone ready? I’m digging my husband’s out of the garage.
Yep, he has a megaphone because he’s in a band, you know, for “special effects” and stuff. He also has these weirdo 1960′s goggles and a suit covered in Christmas lights—because he’s in a band.
But that’s another story for another day.
Today’s story is that we’re all banding together and shouting at the top of our lungs—or into said megaphone if you have one handy—we’re shouting, “GOODBYE FROZEN TUNDRA, and good riddance.” Why? Because (happy dance) this week marks the official first day of spring. Yes!
But that certainly doesn’t signal the end of eating savory soups and stews. Heck, this is just the beginning.
And since we’ll probably do the winter/spring dance tease of warm one day, cold the next and I’m sure I’ll have to cover my tomatoes for at least two more snow storms, this gluten-free chowder is just one way to walk the tightrope of comfort food cravings and spring clean eats desires.
Last week I may have said I wasn’t a devout whole foodie. And now, here I am, posting whole foods. To me, that is exactly how a foodie should be. Balanced. Eating what feels right. What cures the craving.
Lightened up, but still savory, this chowder is a great #MeatlessMonday meal. Because that’s what I’m craving now.
Happy Fri-fri to the TGIF! Another week down the drain and I for one and a happy camper to see it happen. And now, I need your help friends.
See, I’m a fan of my Friday Faves. And I hear from you guys that you like it too. But each week I’m in flux with how to write it up. I go back to old posts and see things that I like, and things that I don’t. And then I get all flummoxed again. Flummoxed I tell you. Flummoxed.
So, I need your help. Because in the end, I’m doing this for both of us.