Blogging Molly

If you're reading this, I can only assume you forgot that you used to subscribe to my blog (welcome back, or see you later after you swi...

After three years in his house, J is almost fully unpacked from boxes. The last boxes live in his office, the contents of which have patient...

So there's a recipe I've been hanging onto for a few years that I got from Domino magazine's website. (RIP Domino. I still miss ...

I typically don't use dinner hosting sessions as an opportunity to try recipes I've never made before. After all, if it sucks, my st...

J and I get together at least once a month with two of my dearest childhood friends and their husbands. We rotate houses or activities and h...

Kansas City's blizzard of 2011 aka Snowmageddon aka SnOMG aka Snowpocalypse aka Snowtorious B.I.G. gave me the unwanted opportunity to d...

Confession: I've been a nail biter my whole life. (Not at all a secret to those who know me.) In the past few years, I've had whoppi...