I interrupt this {seemingly normal} blog post to bring you a message.
Check it: It’s me. In my kitchen. Lookin’ like a fool…with my pants on the ground.
Kidding! My pants are totes on in this video. Nothing weird going on over here. Well, that I can’t say for sure. Is making fleur de sel caramels and forcing your boyfriend to film it weird? Maybe.
I’m slightly intoxicated in the second half of this video. Is that weird? Psssh. That’s def not weird. I had to wait three whole hours for that caramel to set! What else is a girl to do? There was champagne to be had, people!
Here’s the deal: A while back, I said I was bringing video to 20something cupcakes. I’m all about keeping my word, and I did; I made this fabulous meal, Daniel was taping it, and in the midst of it all, a bottle of wine fell from the top of my fridge, causing a jagged piece of glass to ricochet off the floor so hard that it cut my wrist…like, bad. Like, I had to go to the emergency room because my wrist grew a golf ball bad. Like, a year later, it’s still hard for me to hold a plank on that wrist bad.
This is a true story, y’all. I can’t make this stuff up!
Maybe it was a sign. Maybe I just had too many bottles of wine piled on top of my fridge. Either way, a couple of months went by and I started a new job that I got super-busy with. So I’ve been really busy working, right – like it’s *totally* normal to get to work at 7am and leave at 8pm – and then somewhere along the way, I had an epiphany. I realized that even though I love my job, I was losing sight of other things that I love. Things like this blog. This blog provides a creative outlet that just can’t be touched.
And so, I made myself a promise that I would stop working so damned much (can I get an amen!?) and get back to the other things in my life that make me happy – things that I’m fully in control of, things that really allow me to grow. I’m a person who always likes to be pushing myself. When it comes to this blog, and myself, and my own pursuit of happiness, nothing can stand in my way.
This {right here} is my world, I’m in charge – and I’ve recently made the decision to take it back into my own hands.
I can hardly think of a better way to do so than these fleur de sel caramels. Part of my goal is to show you, if you’re even the least bit unsure – or at the very least looking for some entertainment, which I hope to provide you – that what I’m doing is easy! And fun. If you’re not having fun, you’re doing it wrong.

Caramel…shall we discuss? I have a feeling we’ve talked this one through before, but just in case you’re new here, let me tell you: It’s not that hard to make. Try it, if you never have, and you’ll likely surprise yourself. The trick I can let you in on – and it’s not exactly a secret – is that caramel turns quickly from velvety and smooth to a hardened, burnt mess. As long as you’re paying attention, you’ll be fine. This is not something you want to be doing while talking on the phone, while licking the cake batter bowl clean, while trying to braid your dog’s hair with your toes.







