If you're still sticking to your New Year's resolution for healthy eating, you might want to skip this blog post.
This recipe for homemade ranch dressing decidedly does not fit in that category.
I've been busy crocheting a few gifts lately, but I've also been thinking about making a few Valentine's Day garlands.
Pinterest is full of them, and there are so many cute ideas out there. Here are a few. Have you done any Valentine's Day decorating yet?
Cassandra Schowengerdt, who works in The News-Gazette's marketing department, recently mentioned that she made homemade peanut butter.
Let me run that by you again - homemade peanut butter. I've made a few things from scratch, but nothing as mind-blowing - or as simple - as this.
I've always wanted to make cinnamon rolls but somehow never got around it, until this weekend.
We were scheduled to meet my sister pretty early Saturday morning to help her with some home improvement projects. The idea of toting along some warm breakfast food sounded really appealing.
For a long time - several years, at least - we've had a huge, double-basin, cast-iron kitchen sink sitting in our garage. It was just waiting for the day that we'd get motivated enough to install it in our unfinished basement as a salvaged laundry sink.
For Christmas, Rob and I got a got a subscription to Old House Interiors.
Our April 2013 issue just arrived, and in it is an article about kitchen curtains.
One of the kitchens pictured had adorable red and white polka dot curtains, '50s style cabinets featuring adorable red hardware and white subway tile with a red border. It's a color scheme I love.
Today's recipe comes from Erin Lippitz, my coworker who frequently guest-blogs about making cakes and other baked goods.
I frequently give blood at Community Blood Services of Illinois in Urbana, but yesterday, I accomplished two things while I was there.
I usually pride myself on being a sensible shopper. I made lists, prioritize, watch for sales and so on. But when I get to Beachy's, my favorite Amish bulk food store, it's like I can't stop myself from chucking things into my cart.