The first time I ate monkey bread was for breakfast at a school friend’s sleepover when I was 12 years old. I remember watching, fascinated, as her mom cut Pillsbury Grands biscuits into six pieces each, rolled the dough into balls and then dunked them into a bath of butter and cinnamon sugar before layering…
Fall in New England: Apples, waffles and a hooray for new seasons
I’m sitting here at my desk with a 50-degree breeze coming through the window and feeling almost too chilly to be comfortable. It’s wonderful! It seems fall comes much earlier in New England, and I’m so, so happy for it. This transition to Boston has been tougher on me than I expected. It’s busy. It’s…
We will be morning people: Cinnamon pumpkin oatmeal
Years from now, when we’re 30-something grownups with real(er) jobs, our own house and a hopping household, I envision our mornings going something like this: 6 a.m.: The alarm clock rings. Jared and I awaken, alert and well rested after eight (yes, eight!) consecutive hours of sleep. 6-7 a.m.: I go for a run, Jared…
Fresh baked snow day
It’s a snow day in Columbia, Mo.! Woo to the hoo! After another downpour of more than half a foot of fresh, sparkly snow, the world outside our windows is looking quite winter wonderland-esque. Few things in the world are as peaceful and pretty as a snow-covered morning. Of this, I am sure. Although we’re…