Minimalism. Mindfulness. Munchies.
Before I had ever made plum jam, I thought it was hard. That was way back when I assumed that if a product was something people routinely bought prepared at the store, it must be hard to do. HA! Then I saw this recipe for raspberry basil jam in an issue of O Magazine. ...
While my parents are in town this weekend, I’m making these cinnamon rolls, which I first made two years ago. Enjoy! I have been craving cinnamon rolls for about a week. I blame the Pioneer Woman. But, after everything I’ve been doing lately to eat better and after attending the Green Festival in...
Christmas is only 12 weeks away. Depending on your personality, that either made you say, “Yeah, and?” or made you faint from the sudden onset of holiday stress. Personally, I fall somewhere in between. Since marrying my awesome husband who has the “save money” gene (which I might have, but it’s dormant and recessive...
My husband and I had Cafe Aion’s roast beets recipe on our first trip to the restaurant, and they impressed me both with the richness and simplicity of the flavors. I didn’t really know I even liked beets until this past year, but it turns out I only disliked the mushy canned nonsense that...
I knew that Butterpowered Bike and I would be friends when she showed me where she’d found cherry trees for foraging. I mean, that’s friendship, right there. But I knew we were really truly foodie buddies when she helped me pick—and then let me take ALL—the cherries because I told her I wanted to...
There’s something so poetic about eating flowers, as in this easy yucca blossom recipe. Butterpowered Bike mentioned fairies when we were collecting elderflowers on our foraging jaunt, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Tiny, dainty fairies dining on delicate white flowers. Yucca flowers are not quite so tiny, but you...
Our Safeway had blueberries on sale this week, two pounds for $3, so I had to stock up! I have to say, I love blueberries, and I’m a little jealous of my sister in Mississippi and my friend in Illinois who can go pick their own at local farms. No blueberries here, but I...