If I pause and reflect daily, I might get an inaccurate representation of how things are going. A bad day could feel like the world is falling apart. One good day could give me an inflated sense of self and delusional success. But a friend reminded me that reflecting at the end of every week... Continue Reading →
Dear Busia: I wish we could cook together and I could keep learning from you. I miss you immensely. Thank you for loving me so well and so big. Love, Your Girl
Some lessons stop you as you're walking to the parking deck and present themselves as opportunities. Other lessons come from endless scrolling and regret. While others are realizations that not everything needs to be improved upon. It's okay for some things to be fine and enough. And in case you haven't heard it lately. You are amazing. You are enough.
12 pounds of butter can teach you a few lessons... about goofy hats, being present, sprinkles and cosmopolitans.
Today I am thankful for a little salt shaker. A little reminder that not only should I not be salty, and not pour salt in a wound, but that we are called to something more. We are a key ingredient in every interaction in this life. We can bring out the best in each other.
Sure sometimes you have to soak them. Scrub them. Rinse. Load. Stack. Unload. Sometimes they break into a thousand pieces. Or miraculously get lost and result in a no longer matching set. They can represent hours lost cleaning instead of socializing with family. They can result in dry cracked hands. But my dishes are more... Continue Reading →
the difference between being sick and... holy goodness we better go to the hospital because his brain is on fire! the spread between sushi, salmonella, mouth-watering medium rare and... what the heck you burned it! the cause of disagreements in households everywhere over the proper sleep temperature... yes i am thankful for thermometers. while i... Continue Reading →
Today I am thankful for… tupperware*. Today, your existence allowed me to bring a healthy meal choice to work so I could walk confidently past those French fries (ok, not so confidently… admittedly I stopped to smell their greasy salty goodness) knowing if I gave in, I’d be wasting the food I brought and be... Continue Reading →
fennel means taking risks. it was a surprise element in a group of fresh veggies from a friend. i had heard of it before but never bought it ate it or cooked with it. i knew nothing. so i googled. i youtubed. i learned how to cut it, use every piece of it and prepare... Continue Reading →