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Lansing, Michigan, United States
I am a Lansing townie, lawyer, and restaurant reviewer for the City Pulse. I love traveling, reading, yoga, and baking, but my favorite hobby is stuffing my face.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Life, lately

I made an ultra simple, ultra delicious blueberry galette for my girlfriend Anna, who is living large and traveling the world.

The boyfriend and I split a Topopo salad. Then we walked five miles through campus and chased it all down with ice cream from Tasty Twist.

We celebrated at the wedding of my beautiful cousin Kate. The dessert table was the stuff of dreams. The cake was from Rykse's, one of Grandma Johnson's favorites, and it was perfect and delicious.

We had a fun night with 40+ of my first cousins. Not kidding.

My lovely British friend Miriam (and her new husband Luke) sent me this for my birthday, so I can know the origin of everything I eat.

The world's greatest grilled venison tenderloin with tarragon, roasted potatoes with fresh corn, garlic scapes, and gorgonzola atop an herb salad, and my perpetual Maldon and La Croix.

The baby nephew is as hungry as I am.

I said goodbye to 31.

And we wrapped up another Junior League year with a fabulous cake from A Piece O' Cake.

I wrap up every work week with my Friday morning latte. And hot pink lipstick.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Cancun Mexican Grill for City Pulse

I can't wait to tell you about all the things I've been eating. But for now, this.

#tacohand. It's a thing.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Sunday, June 22, 2014

What I've Been Eating

Blueberries, almond butter, a few chocolate chips.
 Protein Pancakes.

One mashed banana, two eggs whisked in, a tablespoon of ground flax seed, a shake of cinnamon and a bit of vanilla. Cooked over low heat in a greased skillet for about ten minutes.

Blueberries, almond butter, honey.
The topping possibilities are endless.

Peanut butter, strawberries.
 Sometimes, on Fridays, I add a little cocoa powder.

Blueberries, butter.
Raspberries, almond butter.
I think you get the picture.

The best pork chop I've ever had. Bar none. It came from Ham Sweet Farm, where I've been getting my meat of late as a member of their ingenious meat CSA. Near the first of the month, I get an email saying my share is ready. I head out to the farm and load up on chicken, pork, bacon, steak, hamburgers. . .

I marinated these chops in cranberry balsamic vinegar, olive oil, garlic salt and lemon pepper. Sometimes (ALL the time, who are we kidding) the simplest preparation is the absolute best.

Hamburgers from Leroy's. In between a wedding ceremony and reception a few weeks ago, the dreamboat and I headed to Leroy's with a few friends. I'd heard that the burgers are killer. The rumors were true. We will go back this afternoon to celebrate my birthday, and the fact that it's Sunday, and that this burger deluxe is $4.25.

Trust me.

Friday, May 23, 2014

A Tuesday at Cracker Barrel

A few weeks ago, I made an appointment to use a Groupon and have my car detailed. I went to Corky's on Washington Square in REO Town, and they did a great job.

Before the boyfriend dropped me off at my office and took me for a surprise special mid-week treat- breakfast at Cracker Barrel.

I know. I'm all about independent, locally-owned, hidden gem restaurants. But I love, I love, Cracker Barrel. I always have.

We both had the seasonal butter pecan pancakes.

They were doughy but a little bit crispy on the outside. Light, fluffy, buttery and pecany and to die for. Throw in a neverending cup of coffee and I could have quite literally stayed there all day.

Eat breakfast, rock on the front patio for a while. More pancakes for lunch, peruse the foodstuffs and other kitsch in the country store. Chicken and dumplings for dinner and it's time to go home.

The pancakes came with eggs and bacon. Bring Your Own Hunk.

Memorial Weekend: a great time for pancakes.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Easter Vigil picnic

I love Easter Vigil mass. I love the ceremony of it, sitting in a darkened church, lit only with candles. I love the incense, the incantations. I love watching the new Catholics as they are baptized, but what I love the most is the Communion of Saints. Last year, when I sponsored a girlfriend of mine in her conversion to Catholicism, our much-adored Father Mark described this as the point in the mass when we call on all of the saints and ask them to be with us as we observe our sacred rituals. It spoke to me.

After Easter Vigil mass in 2013, I decided that that was the Easter mass for me. Regardless of the length (three hours), I would observe Easter on Saturday night. I don't know how, but I convinced Mr. Wonderful to go with me. Maybe it was the promise of chocolate eggs and hot cross buns on Easter morning.

Mini Cadbury creme eggs, a souvenir from England.

The boyfriend picked up a six-pack of HCBs from Roma Bakery. They made an excellent snack with my coffee.
Before we headed for church that evening, I put together an Easter picnic. We had a Gala apple, drizzled with local honey. Maureen Abood's lamb lollipops with fresh mint sauce. Pretzel crisps and garlicky hummus. Grilled whole wheat naan bread, rubbed with garlic and topped with chopped parsley. Thick slices of blue cheese. And roasted asparagus wrapped in prosciutto.

It was a beautiful meal. It was a beautiful mass and a much-appreciated time for quiet reflection. I'll be there next year, hopefully with Mr. Hot Cross Buns himself holding my hand through the Lord's Prayer.