Anyone else super into making up frittata recipes lately? Just me? Ok no worries. This recipe is easy, which we all need after surviving 2020. Believe me when I say you can add anything to it and it’ll be delicious. The trick to frittatas is that they’re secretly omelettes, just without the flip. Here me out:
Let’s face it, we’ve got a lotttt of time on our hands. So let’s bake some cookies from scratch shall we? For anyone reading along who’s thinking “Ooooh I’m no cake boss” this was my first time making any cookie from scratch too. I grew up with break and bake and never thought anything of it until, well, #quarantine. So, if I can do this, you can do this, I promise.
I was recently asked by my mom to help her recommend some fun things to do in Chicago over the long weekend. Her friends were looking for some trendy neighborhoods to stay in, good restaurant recommendations, as well as some interesting Chicago activities for cold weather. I love this kind of stuff, and I take pride in knowing all the must-go places to check out in Chi city – so after I rattled off the world’s longest email to my mother I thought, why not do the same here on the blog for all of my Life’s A Beacham friends?
So without future ado, here is my Chicago weekend guide: perfect for three day weekends, romantic getaways, overnight business trips and more! All of the restaurants I’ve recommended are places to safely dine #glutenfree unless stated otherwise.
Here’s a fun new update I never thought I’d be writing – I’m dating an Irishman. Turns out I’m a sucker for an accent, but aren’t we all?
My boyfriend grew up on a sheep farm in the west of Ireland (yeah he’s authentic) and one day I asked him what his favorite memory from home was.
“Sitting at the kitchen table reading, my mom is probably baking something. There might be a lamb or two by the fire.” He said.
“As in the meat?” I asked, wondering if he had a hankering for a Gyro or kabab.
“As in the baby sheep.” He corrected me.
“Right. Naturally. Baby sheep in the kitchen warming themselves by the fire. Typical. (?!) Well, what does your mom make that you like so much?”
And with warm eyes and a soft smile he said “Banoffee pie.”
Ever since I graduated my life has revolved around travel. Whether it’s a work trip, travel home for the holidays, or a destination bachelorette, every three weeks or so, I’m off on another adventure.
Being the type A person I am, I cannot leave my apartment in any state of disarray. Coming home to a mess doesn’t feel good. No one wants to climb into an unmade bed after a long day of travel. No one wants to walk into the smell of the stale