Moving back in time, it’s a time machine, woot woot, and this way nothing matters but the foo-oo-ood. It’s a recipe I made in ancient times (5 years ago) and am finally providing the details for, because… thoroughness is satisfying me a lot these days. Here is the original post, and a window into a sillier time in my life when I had six-ish room-mates to feed, and their houseguests bunking in the rafters, and some cats, and my own retinue. Back when Dorie Greenspan’s Baking: From My Home To Yours was mah true baking bible (it is still page-stuck & splatter-stained <3). The Kids’ Thumbprints naturally called my name, because by any other description they are peanut butter & jelly thumbprints, which is totes my *ahem*, jam. Continue Reading »
Hello lovely Love Day readers, I come with breakfast for the hungry heart, and while I’ll admit these aren’t these aren’t the fastest pancakes you’ll ever try, they may very well be the most special. Make a stack of these for a loved one and they will know that they are precious to you and worth dirtying a few extra bowls for. They’re light as air, delicate, crisp on the edges and elevated by a hint of lemon zest, so you can eat a bunch and not feel so heavy you couldn’t later do some *ahem* athletics, should you so desire. Which is important. *chases after 11-month-old* Continue Reading »
Ahoy there, Valentine’s peoples! I come bearing reminders that it’s that most romantic of days coming up with alarming speed, and wether you are decidedly for or against such a holiday as this (with it’s mushiness and what-so), you could hardly go wrong with making a chocolate pie to share with someone. Or lots of someones.
I haven’t been feeling ultra magical lately. Not with focus, anyway. Like there is power (as we all have power) brewing and burbling but given no direction it just languishes (or worse, comes out negatively). So, I’m changing this. Especially in light of the state of the world right now, it’s so important to meditate on positive magic. Connectivity, and acts of brave love, and hard, dedicated work even when it feels too difficult. To push outwards with golden light, etc etc. Continue Reading »
Aaah baby purées, those swirly, smooth, colour-crazy nutrition paints. My tiny guy eats so well, and has been down so many avenues of flavour already, he’s all like, “not just crackers for me today, mom, what’s that new stuff?” Granted, not so much with his mono-syllabic commentary, but with his gooey cheek-spattered grins he says it. (I know this; we have a rapport). Continue Reading »