emily’s carbonara

emma's carbonara recipe | nomad with cookies

It’s time to tell you about my friend Emily.

I met Emily the summer before 8th grade. I didn’t like her on sight. In fact, the word “nemesis” was tossed around.

I’m going to be upfront with you and admit there was no acceptable reason for my staunch disapproval. She WAS from Houston. If that weren’t enough of a reason, she was friends with OUR friend. Well, that just wasn’t okay. He was OUR friend, and how could our clique possibly allow him to be friends with another person. We’d already met our quota. Pfft.

Then…

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nomad with cookies in wallpaper magazine

Wallpaper Magazine - Nomad with Cookies

Super hella over-the-moon to announce that my Beet and Goat Cheese Cheesecake recipe was photographed and featured in the April 2015 print issue of Wallpaper Magazine. Check it out below (it’s the one in the middle).

Didn’t the Wallpaper folks do a lovely job of plating it?

Want to make this cheesecake at home? Get the recipe by clicking here.

In case you want to pick up your own copy, here is the cover of the April 2015 issue.

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vanilla fizzy lifting drink

Vanilla fizzy lifting drink recipe

One of the things I miss most from my childhood is bubbles.

Bubbles are awesome and shiny and they float. Anybody can play with bubbles. They aren’t for just boys or just girls. They aren’t fancy or expensive so anybody can afford them. They don’t need batteries or an outlet or instructions or a service plan.

They don’t require software updates. They never get bugs or glitches or prompt you to sign a 2 year contract. Nobody ever calls bubble tech support. Nobody ever needs to order a replacement part for their bubble apparatus. Nobody ever loses at bubbles.

All…

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sloppy joes with buttery hamburger buns

spicy-sloppy-joes

In planning my first move to Europe, I had this grand delusion that it would be just like home except with cobblestone streets, architecture older than 1952, pubs full of locals drunkenly singing in unison and exotic-accented men, as those are the only reasons anyone moves to Europe in the first place.

I definitely got the cobbled streets, the historic structures, the quaint pubs and, of course, the exotic men folk to oggle. But it was nothing like home.

Perhaps underneath my cliched expectations of Europe, different was what I actually wanted. Some place new and exciting to invigorate the…

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