Every spring, I convince myself that this will be the summer I accomplish everything on my ever-growing to-do list. This will be the summer I finish organizing the closet. This will be the summer I complete a bucket list of must-do warm-weather activities. This will be the summer I finish knitting the blanket that never quits. But then…
Easy breezy summer salad: Avoca roasted peppers and chickpeas
Like anything worth its while, blogging is one of those adventures that takes time, work and tinkering to really find your groove and get things exactly how you like them. Of course, then another few months go by, and you’ve changed your mind entirely. It’s the mark of any creative endeavor I suppose. Switcheroos and…
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…
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,…