Holiday – Fervent Foodie

Fervent Foodie is a contributing writer for the official Urbanspoon blog.

The thought of partaking in a lengthy conversation is enough to make most dads grimace. It doesn’t mean dads don’t care; talking just doesn’t come as naturally to them as, say, changing your car’s oil or scaring the crap out of your new boyfriend. Deep down, dads are softies when it comes to their kids, despite the stone faces and frequent radio silence.

This Father’s Day, find your dad’s inner Chatty Charles with one of these one-size-fits-most conversation topics.

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Speaking of dads, if you’re looking for a sweet treat for Father’s Day I have the perfect gift idea. I recently sampled a box of sweets from Heidi’s Heavenly Cookies. These are hands-down the best cookies I’ve ever received in the mail, and honestly better than most I’ve had fresh from bakeries. Don’t get me wrong–I’m an avid cookie consumer, but few get an audible “WOW” on the first bite like Heidi’s do. The cookies are preservative-free, and you can store them in the freezer and enjoy them cookie-by-cookie for weeks to come. My two favorites had similar flavor profiles: the toffee chocolate chip (chocolate chip cookies topped with a layer of crunchy gourmet English toffee candy) and sea salt caramel bars (luscious caramel and Mediterranean Sea salt). As an added bonus, the cookies come in adorable little gift boxes. So, order some for your dad and for yourself (and for a certain blogger whose birthday is in July 😉 ).

It’s a new year.

*sigh*

With a new year comes the obligatory reflection on the year past, and looking back I realize just how tumultuous 2011 was. There were ups, and there were downs. Boy, were there downs. And struggles. Like when the BF first moved to Charlotte and the struggle I faced in deciding to move away from home. Then, I struggled to sell my house, struggled to rent my house, and struggled to find a condo to rent. When I couldn’t sell the house, I struggled with becoming a landlord. I struggled with the world’s worst movers. Then, I struggled to plant baby roots in a new city. I started my new job and struggled with the realization that it wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. I struggled with the decision to leave that new job for a new-new job. I struggled to be happy. Far too much.

Dining with dad: how to get your pops to chat

2012: the do morer year.