You know it’s been a long, hot summer when 80 degrees is deemed an acceptable temperature for turning on the oven. (Pictured: the salad I made when it was 90 degrees and decidedly an unacceptable time to turn on the oven.)
from the outside.
I should probably be ashamed that I don’t know any Prince songs. I know of a couple, but I can’t say with certainty that I’d recognize them if they came on the radio. (Unless he sings the words “purple rain” . . . does he? in the song?) Actually, I take that back. I would recognize “1999.” I…
turnaround.
It’s amazing what a weekend with latte art and a sunny day thrown in can do to brighten up one’s life. Last Friday’s melodrama is firmly in the rearview mirror. Without beating about the bush, Chris and I had the most delicious and satisfying dinner last night. Pork shoulder rubbed in a Buxton Hall Barbecue…
april showers.
April, thus far, has been a disappointing slurry of gray clouds and needling rain-snow. Here I am on April 8, stuck in a Minneapolis snow globe that someone thought would be fun to shake up. Really, it’s an apt reflection of my current mood after sending my best friend sister off to Seattle and getting a taste of…
firecrackers.
This week a book I worked on last year was released into the wild, and I am so so proud of it. The author is fabulous, the photographer has an excellent style, the designer did great work, and everything seemed to come together wonderfully to yield a beautiful finished book. These fermented jalapeños from that book…
arizona.
I could talk about the breezy days, chimichangas and neon lights at Los Dos Molinos, and a smooth and delicious cappuccino from Matador in snowy Flagstaff, red mud on my shoes in Sedona, cocoa nib cold brew and a pancake pop-up at Peixoto, a dusty walk through the McDowells, just being together and talking about the important things…
well that was fast.
As it turns out, the acute spark of creativity and drive I experienced Tuesday night was not a deep well of initiative, but rather more of a drop. For example, yesterday I wrote down three simple goals for the evening: 1. Shower. 2. Bake a batch of muffins. 3. Meal plan. What actually happened: 1. Showered. 2. Fell…
clean slate.
Clean is one word I’ve picked to describe what’s been rustling around my brain for these first six days of January. The evidence: Clean food—Gets rid of all the Christmas candy. Brainstorms long list of savory, crunchy dinner ideas and buys only vegetables at Trader Joe’s. Clean home—Does dishes nightly and enjoys it. (?!!) (Although Christmas presents and the trail of destruction from packing…
c a i t l i n f u l t z 