Before I begin, let me say that my participation in this insanely adorable endeavor was purely as a sous chef; these creatures are my friend Erin's creation from top to bottom. But even though I cannot take credit for them, they clearly need to be blogged about.
They are cupcakes. Made in ice cream cones. With unicorn horns. AND EYELASHES.
I mean.
Giving away a fun little Spring kitchen refresh over on IG, and wanted to make sure I posted it here too in case y'all want to enter. 5 winners will receive a week's worth of Hungryroot, plus the (gorgeous) limited-edition made in pan pictured above.
A reminder about how Hungryroot works: You tell them what you’re into and how often and when you’d like deliveries, and they send you over a box full of nutrient-dense, clean-ingredient, mostly plant-based (and, somewhat inexplicably, extremely delicious) food that can either be eaten as-is, or can be cooked up in – I kid you not – like two minutes. You can integrate what they sent into your own meals, or combine them to come up with tons of different recipes.
And Made In is a new discovery of mine, but I'm super into the products: The company's goal is to make high-quality cookware accessible to everyone, and their pots, pans and chef's knives are both functional and gorgeous.
Here's how to enter:
1. You must be following @ramshackleglam
2. You must be following @hungryroot
3. You must be following @madein
4. Tag a friend for an extra entry
Open to US residents only; 5 winners will be picked at random on Sunday, 4/28.
Sweater + Earrings via Rent the Runway
I do not want to cook right now. Or maybe ever again. I also do not want to spend $85 a night on takeout, but for real: the whole simmering-of-sauces-and-sprinkling-of-delicate-herbs is not happening at the moment; what’s on the menu is whatever is in the refrigerator and takes three to five minutes to get onto a plate.
So it’s back to the meal delivery services, except now I’m leaning away from ones that make me do things like chop onions, and towards ones that send me onions all nice and pre-chopped. (I used to think that this was cheating. Except now I realize that hello, I know how to chop onions. I do not need to chop onions ever again in order to prove this to myself.) What you see here is from HungryRoot - they’re a vegan delivery service (although they’re introducing some fish and meat in the New Year), and yet somehow phenomenally delicious (weird), and the food takes literally (LITERALLY) three to five minutes to make. I don’t get it, but I don’t care.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, according to my children: Sugar Month. Yes yes, Halloween is technically one day, but that little detail appears to have escaped my two sugar monsters, who are under the impression that the second those first leaves fall, it’s all-chocolate, all-the-time. (I blame grocery stores; can we PLEASE put those ten-pound snack-size assortment bags on shelves beyond the reach of a four-year-old? …Please?)
Herein lies the problem: When children know that candy is (allegedly) on the menu, they’re not super interested in anything else, and especially not in coming inside because dinner is ready. No, they’re very, very busy hiding on the front porch with the trick-or-treat buckets that they pulled out of storage sometime in August and filled with pilfered munchies, thinking that Mom doesn’t know what they’re up to. (Spoiler: Mom knows everything.)
Many things about me have changed over the years that I've been writing this blog. My interest in wearing high heels, for example. My waist size. My willingness to stay awake past the hour of 9PM.
One thing that has never, ever, ever changed - the tenet to which I have held steadfast, in vocal and furious opposition to any and all attempts to sway me:
