I am a person who speaks to kitchen appliances. I talk to my dog like she’s my second human child, and the voices I bestow upon inanimate objects are louder than I should probably admit. But last week, a cookie called to me. And when a cookie calls, you answer. Through a rumbling tummy and…
Food for a fairy tale: Wheatberry salad
Don’t you just love when an ingredient sounds like it was invented in a fairy tale? Beneath the leaves of an unassuming bramble bush, in a wooded field not far from your backyard, the wild wheatberries lie. They’re the tiniest of berries, no larger than a flea, and none too impressive in appearance, but please…
Recipes for naptime: Lemon vanilla bean muffins
Nearly any parent will tell you this: Naptime is the golden hour. Actually, if you’re lucky, it’s the golden couple of hours. Before becoming a mom myself, I thought the parents who pointed this out were a little too snarky for their own good. That’s probably because before becoming a parent, I felt much more…
Breakfast from the Mennonites, memories from the farm
Someday, I think I might take up yoga. The idea of standing in a stretchy pose and being all poised and nimble and calm is definitely appealing. I think about it on occasion, but then I remember the 9-month-old pulling everything off the coffee table, the puppy ringing the bell to go outside and the…
Melting hot, colonial style
With the end of August rapidly approaching, we’ve been trying to squeak out every ounce of close-to-home vacation-esque fun that we can before the school year starts and the real busyness sets in. So a few weekends ago, our little family ventured northward for a little R&R amidst the colonial peeps of Williamsburg, Va. We…
Back-to-school: Easy DIY lunch bag
There are so, so, soooo many things that I miss about being in school (yes, all you kids out there who can’t wait for school/college to be over. Be warned! School is cool — and not just because it rhymes). I miss the classes. I miss the schedule. And man oh man, how I miss…
Lemon, for you, I’ll bake
It’s summer. It’s hot. My poor little oven groans every time I feel the culinary call. “Again?” it says. “Can’t we just pop in a Christmas movie and snack on a pack of Oreos?” “Oh, little oven,” I reply. “These are the days life lessons are made of. We must put in the effort, even…
Every blackberry has its day
Our freezer has long been a place of neglect in our kitchen. I don’t mean neglect in the don’t-open-that-door-or-you-might-find-something-living-in-there way, but rather the always-empty-save-for-some-cubes-of-ice-and-ice-cream way. A while back, I decided that one of the marks of a true grownup is a well-stocked freezer (yes, I realize that’s weird), so I started picking up a few…
Sun, sand and a seagull named Burt
Last weekend, Jared, Beany and I took a break from our regularly scheduled programming (a.k.a. hanging in the PJs and watching Food Network until noon) and headed a few hours east for our little lady’s first trip to the ocean. As per the advice of a friendly lady on our last flight back from Missouri,…
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