It’s mid- to late-October, so it’s pumpkin spice everything, cookies, candles, and shampoo. It’s autumn baking, and it’s either Joni Mitchell or Santa who’s coming to town. I haven’t been …
Batch Cooking for Indecisive People
Amen for the amendment. I walked downstairs with my grand Batch Cooking plan to see a bouquet of basil. I’d created the bouquet days ago after researching how to keep …
The Great Dinner Plan
I‘m pretty much ignoring the list of ingredients I already have in the house. Because if I had nothing, I’d start from scratch. So let’s not limit ourselves–despite the fact …
What’s the gift in this?
It’s a storytelling strategy. Whenever dire shit goes down, stop to ask, “What’s the gift in this?” We’re sheltering in place during a pandemic, and for many of us there …
Bitchin’ Batchin’ Bangin’ Go
Phil and I once went to a couples’ therapist who pointed out that all our fights revolved around dinner. Even if we were fighting about parenting, really the fight was …
I hate dinner and other love stories
I love cooking once its done. I don’t even mind the during when its meditative or musical. But I hate cooking when my husband keeps saying things like, “Don’t forget; …
Unpopular Vote: Quarantine Happy
I could do this whole shelter in place thing for another year, easy. There has to be some type of commentary on people like this, with some insight about personality …
The Moments and Meals Made in Quarantine
In the beginning, I used mason jars. Filling them with rolled oats, Greek yogurt, protein powder, flax + chia seeds, frozen fruit, unsweetened vanilla almond milk, they were breakfast. I …
Everything in my brain, extreme edition
I just cut my hair with cuticle scissors: extreme. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m only ever brave enough to wear my hair short when I feel slim. My hair …
All In a Tuesday
I’m in the living room, legs crossed in the air, one heel on the sofa’s edge, reading on my laptop. At 9:04am, I lift my eyes to see the children …
The Google History of Us
I wanted to revisit us, return to a younger love story, when we were just beginning. I started in Antibes, at the Hôtel du Cap-Eden-Roc. I remembered the murals by …
The Power of Routine
Creatures of habit. We put the same hand in our coat sleeve first each time, the same eye up to the viewfinder of a camera, same same. They say we …