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…
The cookie was calling me
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…
Project NYT: Spiced pumpkin oatmeal
I’ve never been to summer camp, but I’ve seen enough mid- to late ’90s movies staring Lindsay Lohan and the Olsen twins to know how it works. You row canoes, learn to fence and mingle with fancy folks from across the pond. Then after a long day of reconnecting with your long lost twin and…
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…