There's something magical about macarons. They're little colorful pockets of flavor that are gone in two seconds, are a butt to make, but fun to attempt to make anyway so you have those memories to look back on. In my case, I'm perfectly cool with going to JOY Macarons on Lower Greenville (or their Oak Cliff location) and have someone else make them for me so I don't have to clean up the mess or pull my hair out (major props to pro mac makers, you have overcome the struggle).

7/12 Update: this post was active last week on my Instagram, but for some reason only known to the universe and tech people at Insta, it wouldn't share with any of my accounts! Below is my original post in its entirety: Brunch is one of those weirdly sacred first world problems I go back and forth with. I love brunch, sitting out on a patio, and pretending I don't have to go to work the next day with my friends. What I don't love is some of the crazy prices, bland dishes, and

People tend to find their city in sections; a favorite bar or restaurant is in this neighborhood, a great band is playing in this renovated warehouse in another, and there's a free outdoor market or movie in the district 15 minutes down the road. Because Dallas is so close, and yet so widespread (if only I could make less sense, I know) it's hard for a lot of people to get out of their bubbles and jump from one neighborhood to the other and find all of these amazing events go