a love letter

March 25, 2012


I will always be committed breakfast tacos, and yet, kolaches have stolen my heart. I’m going to keep these little bread pockets filled with delicious magic as a secret side affair. Polish in origin, filled with things decidedly un-European. Texas, you are luring me away from my beehive home, one fat kid treat at a […]

Posted in: guilty pleasures, texas

Sweet as sin, twice as nice.

December 6, 2011


It’s official: The Honey House in all it’s sugary salacious glory is ready to rumble. And, remember this? Neat, so do we. Look into Foodie Crush where Modern Mannered has its long awaited debut. Hope to see y’all there. We’re ready for worldwide (okay, so at minimum across several large states in a Southern and […]

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Guilty as charged.

October 21, 2011


Sarah: Goldfish, Lisa: CheezIts. They’re sisters, so it makes sense. I, very clearly, stated there was no such snack food that had a such strangle-hold on my self control. In the next breath, I listed, by order of importance the myriad of Chex Mix flavors. I had just outed myself in the process of a […]

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Jack Frost ain’t got nothin’ on me.

October 7, 2011


Home: It snowed today. Not that I care much. Winter? I loathe it, however I’m enjoying a second summer in an old friend of a city. Austin, TX. Today I sat in bed, watched the sunrise over hill country and ate breakfast (breaking my number one rule of no eating in bed, but time and […]

apricots, almonds, honey & lavender

August 20, 2011


Shhh, can you keep a secret?

February 12, 2011


A casual conversation, a few meetings a lot of great food later: Big things are on the horizon. Needless to say, we’re excited and well, Saucy and Kitsch and I? We’re hoping you like it.

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October 23, 2010


Something most won’t know about me: I like beer, nay, love. And yet, something most will know about me: I don’t drink in quantity. Nope, not ever. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this; however, for now there is a singular purpose: Guinness. Place a black and tan on the bar to watch it […]