In the interest of being transparent and real, brace yourselves: most of the time I’m making this up as I go along. For example, tonight we are having a potluck dinner themed “food from a book or movie”. I picked spaghetti and meatballs from Lady and The Tramp thinking that would be a super easy
Yesterday was a long busy day. I hit an all time high on my Fitbit and still managed to saturate my brain with what I learned from the sessions. The hands down funniest part of the day was when the scientific director from one company caught us taking photos of ourselves with the posters
Berlin baby! After and incredibly long day we arrived somewhat wilted but none the worse for wear. No luggage lost, only minor misadventure, and really too tired to do much more than have dinner and get some sleep. We really are staying at the Hotel California, and that song has been on loop in my
This was an unexpected delight for dinner, at least for me, I loved it. Butternut squash ravioli has been the big thing it seems of late, and I wanted to capture some of that flavour without the fuss of making ravioli since I’ve done that exactly zero times in my life. I’m always looking
September is almost over, how did that happen? I’m am trying so very hard to keep the pace of life chill this fall. There has been a sermon series running all month which reminded me of things I already knew but called me out on complacency. Slow down, be present where you are, and rest.
When my kids were little, little enough to have been impressed by food that looked somethings else, I was just plain too tired to be creative. Isn’t that always the way? Kind of like when you come up with the perfect response to someone an hour after you needed it? I have loved being a
This recipe is as sacred as they come. I’ve been keeping it tucked away in a box on a top cupboard shelf for safe keeping, bringing out only for special occasions for these past 18 or so years. To disrespect or disregard the wonderfulness of this recipe, is, simply put, a crime. As the title
My husband managed to pull one over on me this Christmas. I am exceedingly hard to surprise, but he did it! I asked for a Fitbit for Christmas, but instead he got me a pasta maker. Really that’s the anti-Fitbit isn’t it? Now, full disclosure before I go any further, in our home it is