I spent a lot of time with my own thoughts this summer. Yes, of course Matt + I would bike together more often than not, sometimes we’d just pedal and enjoy the quiet, sometimes Matt would sing made up songs without end and I’d try to tune him out and – if that failed – try to sing along. Sometimes we’d slowly take our own rhythm and I’d fall behind,…
We never had crêpes growing up. My Dad was the king of pancakes and breakfast-for-dinner nights when my mom was off duty. If we were lucky our sunday morning flapjacks would come bearing mini chocolate chips. Some in the shape of a ‘J’ for me and a ‘S’ for my sister and some others in very curious looking forms that we would try to poor for ourselves. Sitting around the kitchen…
Recipes seem to be coming more easily to me than words lately. Whenever my world feels a little out of balance I always turn to the kitchen. It’s grounding when it’s not necessary. Something like a big cozy stew or a tried + tested baked good usually does the trick. There’s peace in the slow stirring, the measuring, the smells and the colors. The season’s produce and the change in…
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” – Azar Nafisi Sometimes the words just don’t come. And sometimes, someone has already said it for you. For now, just trying to find…