Jersey Girl in the Kitchen

One of the many male vs. female myths that has been debunked during my almost-eight-years of marriage is that the lady of the house isn’t ...

The Jersey Girl lurves learning a new thing or two, especially when it comes to cooking up something fab. The fishmonger at the Hammonton Sh...

“You should write about your baby food.” So says The Husband to a hazy-eyed wifey one night at din. “For reals?” I mumble in reply, reac...

“I can’t live like this anymore.” I declared this to The Husband one night after FINALLY getting the Babes to sleep and sitting down for f...

There really is no denying it: The Jersey Girl is the worst blogger eva. I have no excuse, well, I guess I do have some excuses but as I ...

Really the title of this piece has nothing to do with anything including the recipe at hand, except for the fact that the word “marble” is a...

I totally should be taking a nap right now. But peeps, I so miss my blog. So, I’m skipping on nanni time – that’s our lingo for some shu...