Snack

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.

In August, Elie and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary with a getaway to Vancouver. While we visit Vancouver often, it’s always with Theo to visit family. We seldom get to just wander the neighborhoods, sit uninterrupted in coffee shops, window shop at leisure and linger over long dinners, holding hands across the table. 

It's funny the food memories that imprint in your mind and never dim. I first had a version of this kale salad at Gjelina in August of 2011. My dear friend, McKenzie, and I were fresh out of our dietetic internship at Bastyr and we road tripped from San Francisco to Los Angeles with Elie, […]

When you visit the Old City of Jerusalem, walk through the entrance to the Muslim quarter and follow the sloped path through the spice vendors and past the shops selling trinkets and kitchenware, until you get to the end. Turn left, and there, on your right, you will find the best hummus in the world.

I'm at the stage of motherhood where I want to go back and relive the last 26 months all over again, knowing what I know now. Knowing that tiny infant, who needed the comfort of my chest and the warmth of my breath on the top of his head to sleep for hours, would, in […]

As I mentioned in my last post, I've decided not to go back to work, at least for now. Before Theo was born, I wasn't sure if I would want to still want to work on projects part-time, or if i would want to be a full-time mama. I'm not really surprised that I love […]

The world probably doesn’t need another granola recipe.  There are certainly enough out there to choose from.  But, here goes anyway, because you never know when the next one you make might become your favorite.  And, because this is what we’re eating this week as we sit in the hospital and wait for Moe’s heart […]

I don’t know why my childhood holds such vivid memories of pimiento cheese.  Mom didn’t make it often, so I mostly indulged at church potlucks and in the homes of friend’s.  Especially at Melanie and Missy’s. It seems like we always ended up in the kitchen at their house.  Even at nine years old, I […]