Cookie mogul Eden Hertzog shares recipes she enjoys with her family
For the very first time since the history of having Cedar as our very needy roommate (I mean, our very amazingly awesome kid), Bri and I went away. Just the two of us. To Niagara Falls. I can’t explain it exactly, but I really love it there. It is godforsakenly cheesy and supremely overtouristed, but maybe that’s what draws me there: it’s not trying to be something that it’s not.
Anyway, back to the romantic weekend… We went to an outlet mall, we ate a salted pretzel dipped in bright yellow mustard, we looked at Ripley’s Believe it or Not, and we catnapped AND slept-in.
Amidst the Falls, and the Merlot, and watching TV in a king-sized bed in our hotel, I’d say it was a good weekend. Man, it was good to have fun with my husband. I think part of what made it fun was that I offered to let him make all the decisions. I think he liked that.
