Last week, on the day I got this apple bread to just the place I wanted it, I tumbled into the house with the girls post-school and prepared myself to clear off the counters and do the dishes so that I could photograph a few neat slices of the bread on a clean, well-placed plate,…
apple puffy pancake
Sadie and I have been talking about how we get in our own way. It came about after another night of tucking into bed and wiping away tears after she had blown her time to read the current out loud with Daddy book (Breadcrumbs) by spacing out in her room while she put on…
apple puffy pancake
Sadie and I have been talking about how we get in our own way. It came about after another night of tucking into bed and wiping away tears after she had blown her time to read the current out loud with Daddy book (Breadcrumbs) by spacing out in her room while she put on…
the grudge
I cannot tell where the holiday begins or ends. Every day seems to be it. Last week, just moments after Joey and the girls got out of school, we hopped in the car and drove to Maine. We needed some Portland, and the ocean soothed us all. The girls wanted to take the little rickety…
apple celeriac soup
This is not the first time I have been inspired by a celeriac root. It wasn’t just the soup. It was the day. And although the day was filled with all sorts of other agenda items, this celeriac root was hanging out around my thoughts like a muse. If I am to be entirely honest,…
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