Hello, beloved readers, and welcome to today’s episode of “Things I Have Yet to Forgive,” starring none other than Emeril Lagasse and his apparently heartless decision to deprive us of his most glorious menu item. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m usually a pretty chill girl. I can let things go. I’ve forgiven high-waisted jeans for being uncomfortable. I’ve forgiven Blockbuster for its decades-long monopoly on movie rentals. I’ve even forgiven Disney for the live-action Lion King (well, I’m trying). But taking off Emeril’s fried chicken and mac and cheese? Oh no. Not in this lifetime, sweetie. The Entree of My Dreams
Author: Kristen Grace
Beauty junkie, food obsessed, and constant wanderer.
Royal Fern Phytoactive Skin Perfecting Essence Review: A Love/Hate Relationship
Or: How I Spent $85 to Feel Like a Beautiful Houseplant If you’re looking for a product that will make you feel like you should be reclining on a chaise in a botanical garden, sipping a hibiscus-infused cocktail while someone fans you with a palm frond — the Royal Fern Phytoactive Skin Perfecting Essence is it. But if you’re looking for a product that makes sense to your bank account or your skincare routine, then perhaps proceed with caution. Let’s break this down with pros and cons, because apparently my life choices now include ranking how much skincare items confuse
The National WWII Museum in New Orleans: A Masterclass in History and Humanity
Let’s be clear: if you find yourself in New Orleans, skipping the National WWII Museum is not an option. I don’t care if you came for the beignets, the booze, or to commune with the ghost of Marie Laveau. Take a break from getting your palm read in the French Quarter and step into this world-class museum, because it’s going to take you on a journey through history that will leave you shaken, educated, and—let’s be honest—more than a little entertained. The museum does not half-ass its job of explaining one of the most complex and devastating events in modern history. It is sprawling—five
Water in Cosmetics: The Truth Behind the World’s Most Basic Ingredient
Gather ‘round, beauty junkies, because today we’re talking about the unsung hero of cosmetics: water. That’s right, H2-freaking-O. You may think, “It’s just water, why are we having this conversation?” But oh, sweet summer child, water is the backbone of your skincare. It’s the Taylor Swift of ingredients, always there, always flawless, but never quite getting enough attention (okay, so maaaaybe Taylor Swift gets plenty of attention). Now, let’s dive into the tea (or, should I say, the water) on what it’s doing in your products and whether that’s good, bad, or ugly. Why Is There So Much Damn Water in My
Mexican Chicken Tostadas: A Culinary Journey That Involves No Actual Skill
Let me set the scene for you. I’m standing in my kitchen, holding a recipe from Food to Film that promises Mexican Chicken Tostadas. I’m not entirely sure what I’ve done to deserve this, but as it turns out, I am about to make the best shredded chicken of my life. Despite my lack of competence, despite my questionable use of measuring spoons, and despite the fact that I used store-bought tortillas and coleslaw because I am both lazy and under no illusions about my culinary abilities. So if you, like me, are someone who can’t be trusted to boil water without supervision, rejoice.
Coop’s Place Review: Where the Smoked Duck Quesadilla Is Perfect, and the Drinks Are Trying to Kill You
So, let’s talk about and review Coop’s Place in New Orleans, a joint that has the vibe of “We’ve been here forever, and we are never, ever changing for you or anyone else.” Which, frankly, is the energy I want from any establishment in the French Quarter. You want polished service and sparkling glassware? No. You get exposed brick, slightly sticky tables, and bartenders who serve drinks with warnings attached. And we love them for it. First up: The Smoked Duck Quesadillas So, let’s talk about the duck quesadillas. On paper, they seem simple: shredded duck, cheese, and tortillas. You think, “Oh, I’ve had
Avene Micellar Lotion: Pros, Cons, and Confusion About What Micellar Water Actually Is
Look, we all want to believe in the magic of French skincare. Because when you think of French women, you think effortless beauty. You think glowing skin, chic fashion, and somehow making a baguette look like a healthy life choice. Enter Avene Micellar Lotion, which is supposed to be the key to unlocking that flawless, *je ne sais quoi* clean girl skin. But does it live up to the hype? Let’s just say I’d rather ruin my lipstick by eating more beets than waste money on this again. The Quick and Dirty Summary Packaging: Plastic with a flip top cap so
Beet Box: Turning Purple Never Felt So Violent
Okay, first things first: beets. If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably spent a significant portion of your life avoiding them. I mean, they look like tiny heart transplants waiting to happen, and they taste like… the Earth. Not “earthy,” not “fresh,” just straight-up dirt. If you told me they were dug up yesterday by some farmer named Hank, I would believe you. So when I came across *The Kitchn’s* *beet box* recipe, my initial reaction was a healthy dose of skepticism and fear. But, seeing as I am a mature adult who tries new things (this is not entirely
A Study in Scarlet – Sherlock Holmes’ Fever Dream
The TL;DR on Sherlock Holmes Sherlock Holmes makes his debut in *A Study in Scarlet*, and it’s got all the classic elements of a Sherlock story: murder, intrigue, and the kind of deductions that make you go, “Okay, dude, but like… how?” But then, as if Arthur Conan Doyle said, “You know what this story *really* needs? A hard pivot to the American West!”—suddenly, there are Mormons in Utah, and I’m left clutching my tea wondering what just happened. Watson’s Broke Roommate Saga: A Relatable King It starts innocently enough with our friend Dr. John Watson, who, much like every
Palm Readings in New Orleans
Ahhh, New Orleans—the city of jazz, ghosts, and enough fried food to make your arteries weep for mercy. It had been on my bucket list forever, and I finally made it! A city that wraps its sticky, humid arms around history and haunts, where Bourbon Street smells like the desperate aftermath of one-too-many-bad-decisions, and honestly? I was here for it. I went full-on tourist mode and I am not sorry about it. We’re talking graveyard strolls, overpriced bus tours, and gorging on beignets like I’d never seen powdered sugar before. I partied hard on Bourbon Street, made some spectacularly poor decisions (read: paid way