I’m in denial that summer is nearing an end. I’ve been here before and I know myself enough to know that it happens in a moment.
I sit in my office doing the internet version of twiddling my thumbs; bouncing from Facebook to Instagram scrolling through the feeds until my thumb aches and my mind is overwhelmed with images and updates that leave me feeling depleted.
I didn’t intend to post two salmon recipes in a row but I did intend to tell you about this one as quickly as possible.
Judging by the bug bites, dirt under their nails and their olive skin deepening to a color much like browned butter I say that we’ve been doing summer right; according to the unwritten rules of childhood summers.
I had the best intentions of sharing these photos from my trip to Louisiana right after I arrived home in March.
I’m not one to repeat recipes but when I do I take notes and then come right here to tell you about it.
I dipped my toes into the crisp water of the puget sound today. I needed the biting cold relief from the water to cool me down from the heat.
Recently I spent a few days in Aspen eating and drinking my way through the Food & Wine festival. Go ahead and take a moment to roll your eyes at that last sentence.
The window was cracked open just enough so I could smell the ocean and hear the squawking seagulls outside.
On a recent trip to Charlotte, North Carolina I had the pleasure of sitting down to a picnic while learning the origins of informally dining outdoors and the proper picnic etiquette.
The passing of May marks the end of birthday season for us. There was parties, way too much sugar, new photos taken and time spent in the memories of the old ones.
I’m trying to give more thought to our table. I put an actual tablecloth on it. I haven’t done that since we’ve had kids and quite honestly, I’m not sure I did it before then.
Here are my tips for having THE best 32nd birthday: Celebrate at least four times throughout your birthday week and feel no shame about it.
I was recently asked to write up my thoughts on eating healthfully. Me, talk about health?! I ate ice cream last night and have a roll of cookie dough lounging in the the fridge because you never know when the urge might strike.
We loaded our small car with bags, snacks, iPhones and while “Danny the Champion of the World” played through the speakers.
I opened the fridge to scour its neglected contents after a busy weekend. Little bits of carrots and onion sat deserted at the bottom of the vegetable drawer.
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ― John Steinbeck It’s harder for me to find beauty in the winter.
I’m taking a much needed break from attempting to come up with a title for my book to come talk to you all instead.
January 1st didn’t start the way I hoped it would: an early morning visit to urgent care after a sleepless night with my little one in pain still battling a sickness that lasted nearly all of his holiday break.
It’s interesting to me how we all respond differently to recipes. For me there’s a physical reaction when I come across a recipe that I can’t wait to try.