sheila jarnes personal chef
Wow, it’s been almost two months since I’ve posted something on here. I swear I don’t eat only ice cream and peanut butter cups, as this blog may lead you to believe. (Can you imagine?) Stick around til the end of this post, I have a little announcement to make…
My friend Celia recently asked me to make some ice cream for a birthday party — her boyfriend’s family was in town from California, and knowing my ice cream making obsession, she decided to ask me for a couple batches rather than pick up whatever this or that ice cream was
Bartavelle, you ruined me. So many delicious treats every single day. But you are 3,122 miles away, which is much too far a drive for my daily breakfast fix. I need my avocado toast and my Persian breakfast, so I’ll just have to make them in my kitchen, on the
Friends. Let me tell you about this yummy little lunch I made myself and my roommate today. But first, I need to talk about something. As I write this, I can feel myself sinking and slouching farther and farther down the couch. My brain, my body, my energy…totally checked out.