Each spring, the city of Brooksville hosts its annual Blueberry Festival to celebrate Florida’s blueberry harvest. And although most people don’t associate the Sunshine State with blueberries, it turns out that we’re really, really good at growing them!
Since I’m a blueberry-loving girl and grew up picking these sweet yet tart little fruits at my Meme’s farm, I was super excited when VISIT FLORIDA asked us to cover this tasty festival. Not only were there a ton of creative street food vendors, but there’s also a local blueberry market where you can buy all things (you guessed it) blueberry related, and a super-fun 1,000-foot waterslide that runs down the heart of downtown Brooksville. Continue reading
This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Altos Tequila for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.
If I could eat at street food every meal for the rest of my life, I totally would. There’s just something so fun about walking around, going from booth to booth, seeing and smelling each vendor’s creation and then thoughtfully picking which bites I want most. One of my favorite vendors is consistently the roasted corn peddler. I love how they cook the corn over an open flame, charring the little kernels into deliciously sweet roasted corn goodness.
I also love the whole pick-your-own-adventure that comes with the roasted corn, too. When they hand you the roasted cob, there’s usually a table full of condiments to spice it up. Of course, there’s always the traditional American options, like butter, honey, salt and pepper, but sometimes the vendors step up their game and put out parmesan, fresh herbs, hot sauce and the like. Continue reading
This time last year, Jerm and I were packing our bags for our first Europe trip together. Some of our NYC homies, Tina and Jared, were getting married in Greece so we joined them and 235 of their closest friends to celebrate their oh-so-awe-inspiring love. After a week of binge eating and drinking at the best wedding activities that have ever existed, we decided to take a little romantic detour on our the way home. We bought a
sketchy super cheap ticket and headed to one of my all time fav cities, Rome, to do some more eatin’ and drinkin’!
Jerm, who’s full blown Italian and I, who am definitely not, felt in our natural habitat eating our way through this historic city. Normally I try to moderately limit my carb intake but considering I was logging about 20,000 steps a day on my fitbit, I found it to be perfectly acceptable to eat all pasta, pizza, cheese, aperol spritz, and wine for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Continue reading