Apple Spice Sippin’

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I love the sweet flavors of fall—apples, pumpkins, cinnamon, and spice—but because I live in the South, fall itself often takes its time arriving. Which is why this icy drink full of fall flavor is perfect for warm autumn days (or, maybe a cool night around a warm fire). Here’s the recipe:

Step 1: Pour 2 ounces of Method + Standard Apple Spice vodka over ice. Step 2: Pour Fever Tree ginger beer on top, filling glass. Step 3: Add 2-3 drops of Addition Cocktail Spice clove flavor. Step 4: Stir gently to mix and garnish with a fresh apple slice and cinnamon stick.

 

Best Little House in Texas

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Growing up, I spent a lot of time in Dallas. My dad is from there and I loved to visit my grandmother who lived there until she died a few years ago. I loved it so much I ended up moving there to live with her for two summers during college. Really though, I think I just loved her.

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When I’d go to visit her—especially around the holidays—we would take drives around her neighborhood to see all of the crazy, massive new homes that had been built. She and my grandfather built the home where she lived in the 1950s. It was a beautiful, old home that felt like stepping into an elegant Mad Men-esque set. But all around her the neighborhood filled up with new houses, each one more extravagant than the last.

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I love to look at Dallas homes online. They’re packed with on-trend design and seemingly have owners with no budgets. But this home may be my favorite. It’s inviting in a way few designers can create.

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It was built in 1936 and you can feel its history even among the obvious updates. It makes me want to settle in for a cool glass of lemonade in the backyard or a cup of warm tea in the library. It feels like it should be filled with friends and family.

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Which seems like it should kind of be the point of all homes, right?

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Recipe: Strawberry Basil Martini

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I got a quick tutorial for how to make a Strawberry Basil Martini the other day at WP Kitchen + Bar. It seemed like the kind of knowledge I should share:

Step one: Chop up four fresh strawberries and muddle with several leaves of basil. Step two: Pour in 3.5 ounces of vodka (preferably Ban). Step three: Pour in 3 ounces of simple syrup. Step four: Shake vigorously with ice. Step five: Strain into glass with sugar rim and strawberry garnish. Step six: Drink and repeat.

The Pumpkin Pup

Today on the podcast I co-host we taped a Halloween themed episode. (Full shameless plug: It was hilarious and one of my favorite episodes yet. Listen here when it comes out next week.) dmxbunnysf45hqe8smsysdglo1_1280

It put me in the mood for Halloween and inspired me to share my favorite Halloween pic ever—Rosie in the pumpkin patch. If there were audio with this photo it would be excessive barking. And if there were a follow up story, it would include the fact that this pumpkin patch now has large signs everywhere that say “No Dogs on the Pumpkins.” They put them there the day after this photo took place in 2008 and they’ve been up ever since. Rosie: Changing history one obnoxious bark at a time.

 

Making Pizza with Wolfgang

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Yesterday I got to make—and eat—pizza with Wolfgang Puck. So, you know, better than my typical Tuesday. He was hosting a media event at his Charlotte restaurant, WP Kitchen + Bar and somehow I got lucky enough to cook my pizza alongside him.

It was terrifying. My pizza was ultimately more oval than round, definitely burned on the bottom, and had cheese actually spilling over the edge. (I don’t believe in such a thing as “too much cheese.” This mentality can become a problem in pizza making.)img_4116

While I likely won’t be getting any kitchen job offerings from him any time soon, Wolf (I can call him that, right?) did give some excellent tips on photographing your food. “When I take food pictures, I get as close as possible,” he said, demonstrating his skills.

Naturally, I followed his advice for the rest of the meal/my life. Because, well, he’s Wolfgang Puck.

 

Reading Material

LAUGH: If you haven’t read it yet, you need to read Alexandra Petri’s hilarious version of Sunday night’s Presidential debate in The Washington Post. I laughed so hard I had to stop and start reading like seven times.

IDEA: Need some inspiration? Today, Style Blueprint has a great story about a woman who celebrated turning 40 by taking 40 people who shaped her first 40 years out to lunch.

TRAVEL: I’ve never been to Portugal and for some reason lately I keep seeing it everywhere. This is a sign, right? I should clearly be planning a trip to charming villages,  cobblestone streets, and decadent seafood dishes. (This is how I imagine it.) In the meantime, I’m reading about how it’s a “Magical European Country” and “the next great stylish getaway.”

 

California Dreaming

Last spring I was on a trip in California with friends and we stopped in Long Beach for a few hours. Our friend Danny lives there with her sweet family and so we took advantage of a free afternoon to stop by for hugs, a tour of town, and the most ridiculously amazing creamy cilantro dip I’ve ever eaten at a place called Lola’s.

So really, while southern California is certainly alluring for its sunny days and beautiful beaches, my main reason for having any interest in looking at real estate there is that dip. I would like to decrease the distance between me and that cilantro dip by about 2,800 miles. Which is why my fantasy house for today is this all-white dream in Long Beach.

It has a sliding glass wall, a yard filled with fruit trees, views of the San Gabriel Mountains, an outdoor shower, and it’s just a quick trip down the road to the world’s greatest cilantro dip (which, weirdly, they didn’t include in the listing). I’m sold. Now I just need $1.9 million and we’ll be set.

Be kind.

Last night, like much of America, I watched the Presidential debate. I was so angry halfway through that I had to leave the screen to take deep breaths and make a cup of tea. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, at the end of hours of angry conversing a man stood up and asked, “Can you name one positive thing you respect in one another?” And America laughed with relief.

I wish every dispute could end like this. It may feel childish or sound n497bc257-ed67-4379-9a12-0ec352acab04_zpsc85e5419aive, but I wish that we could all remember that at the end of the day, we’re all human and the point is actually to care for each other. There is a line of thought that kindness is weak and that you’ll be taken advantage of for being kind. Don’t believe this. The strongest people are those who are courageous enough to be kind—especially when it’s hard.

I don’t imagine history will remember last night’s debate in a positive light, but I will. Because it reminded me of the power of a few positive words. Those final words by both candidates changed the entire experience for me. And—even more importantly—made me remember that I can change someone’s entire experience with words of my own.

Outstanding in the… Hardware Store

Leave it to Outstanding in the Field to create a farm tour and dinner in a hurricane that’s actually even more charming and memorable than the original plans. Local wines, beers, and small bites were served in a greenhouse, surrounded by seedlings. From there, guests in rain boots walked to Renfrow Farm for a full tour of its gardens and farm stand, before settling in at long tables on the aisles of the historic Renfrow Hardware.

I would have happily gone to this dinner knowing no one behind it, but I got lucky. Chef Clark Barlowe, who I’ve known since he first started his Charlotte restaurant, spotted me  and gave me a peek inside the “kitchen” (back of the store) as his talented team cooked the incredible dinner. I’ve known the brewer since before he opened his brewery—and even happened to run into him on Friday evening as he was labeling the cans for the event. And it turned out the owners of the hardware store and farm are the siblings of old family friends.

At one point during the dinner, one of women in the (ridiculously fun) group I went with asked me, “What do you love about Charlotte?” I didn’t even really have to think about it. My answer though is entirely reflective of having a night like this—where there were so many familiar faces alongside new and friendly ones gathering around a table. I answered:

“Charlotte is home.”