I have not read a single book since we started our stay-at-home confinement. I just can’t get my mind to slow down enough to focus on a story. By the time Theo goes to bed at night, I’m so tired. Having a four-year-old during this time means you’re never bored, but you’re never resting.
Growing up, I loved the Thanksgiving stuffing–or dressing, as we call it in Kentucky–more than any other part of the meal, even the pie. Whether it was my Granny’s version,…
My niece recently showed me a meme about how bloggers write a whole dissertation about how much their husbands love guacamole before sharing the recipe for guacamole when readers just…
Every night, after bath and pajamas and the wrangling that is brushing a willful two-and-a-half year old’s teeth, Theo and I go into his room, dim the lights and get…
This is the second recipe in a four-part series of posts inspired by a meal Elie and I shared in northern Israel in 2012. Six years later, the details of…
A few weeks ago, I taught a cooking class at Ciao Thyme, the first since before I was pregnant. As the room filled and I listened to the laughter and…
I know everyone has moved on to pumpkins and fall sweaters, but our farmers market this past weekend still held tightly to the last lingering days of summer, with mountains…
