In The Kitchen Last week our kitchen was filled with nourishing meals like a garden kale, sweet potato and chickpea skillet, one pan caramelized Brussels sprouts with bacon and onion, and a quinoa salad with roasted butternut squash, chickpeas, parsley and currants. As the weekend approached, our meals became whatever we could throw together —… Continue reading Late January Notes
Sitting at the dining room table with a steaming mug of Tulsi tea. It’s Sunday, and the last day of our winter break. I do think we are all finally ready to start our usual schedule again. The last few days have been especially difficult; Rowan had an accident at the playground and must wear… Continue reading A quick note
A cardinal hops along the bushes just outside our front window. The birds chirp while the occasional car and cyclist whoosh past our otherwise quiet street. Inside the a/c hums, and all feels still. White Jasmine flowers bloom lush and heavy on green ever winding vines that have crept their way in and out of… Continue reading kitchen inspiration
Two days after a rejuvenating trip to Anna Maria Island, I’m sitting at my little writing desk listening to She & Him on the record player feeling blissful with a bit of sea salt at home in my hair. On Sunday we woke up and decided to drive out to the beach. Neither of us… Continue reading Our trip to Anna Maria Island, and an Onion Tart.
All is mostly calm around here. Little Piper is sitting on my lap snacking on pretzels while I get a quick post in. We are steadily recovering from a cold we all caught last week. For lunch we ate a kale salad with purple cabbage, capers, hazelnuts, and an avocado dressing from Judita Wignall’s book… Continue reading Christmas Eve Eve
Today we made new friends who sent us home with a freshly laid egg from a hen that lives in their backyard. We also trotted home with a brown bag that held a paper plate all covered in foil, with slices of grilled eggplant (picked from the same backyard this same morning), tucked carefully inside… Continue reading Inspiration, 2.
Outside slow rain falls quietly from a blue-gray sky. Inside our baby sleeps warmly and I, too, curl up in bed with a worn book. For several months now, I have savored Frances Mayes Under the Tuscan Sun. Some nights I will fall asleep with the book left open at my side, and others, as those… Continue reading Inspiration on a rainy day