Erica Adler

Jul 11, 2024 | thisneedshotsauce.substack.com | Abigail Koffler |Erica Adler

Hi friends,Did you start doing Chappell Roan’s Hot to Go dance when you opened this email? If not, go back and do it! Sandra has taught baby Maya the dance and the video is the cutest thing ever. Longtime TNHS readers will remember when and I used to teach regular meal prep classes. On many Sunday afternoons, we taught a tightly programmed two hour class that left attendees with meals for the week, including mains, sides, and a breakfast or dessert.

May 28, 2024 | thisneedshotsauce.substack.com | Abigail Koffler |Lukas Volger |Erica Adler |Hunter Harris

Yes, my subject line is a High School Musical 2 reference. There’s nothing like a three day weekend, right? As I spent the weekend relaxing on sand and on the couch, the people of Rafah were on my mind. The massacre of families in a an alleged “safe zone” or anywhere for that matter is horrific and must stop. You can donate to help families here.

Feb 22, 2024 | thisneedshotsauce.substack.com | Abigail Koffler |Erica Adler

During Gentle January, I leaned into activities that I always enjoy but don’t always prioritize like going to the movies and cooking dinner with friends. I’ve kept it up in February and it’s really one of my favorite ways to spend time with people. An open ended hangout is a beautiful thing and while I’ll always love restaurants, it’s nice to hang out somewhere where you don’t have to worry about hogging a table for too long and can save a bit of money.

Feb 20, 2024 | newsletter.fresherica.com | Erica Adler

Hi there,How are you over there in your kitchen? Did you see that I’ve got meal prep on my mind in mine? I’ll be talking a bit more about my postpartum meal prep plan over the next couple weeks, likely over on Instagram and TikTok, so be sure to gimme a follow in those places if you’re curious and haven’t already.

Feb 20, 2024 | newsletter.fresherica.com | Erica Adler

Hi there,How are you over there in your kitchen? The other night at around 11pm (way past my current bedtime) a startled Quentin popped his head out of his office to find me rummaging, rather loudly and frantically apparently, in our kitchen. When he asked what I was doing awake, the answer was simple: I needed a brownie. And not just a brownie, a brownie sundae. So needless to say, I’m dealing with some third trimester cravings in mine.