Plum + Cardamom Smoothie Bowl + Giveaway

Its 7 am and the windows are open at the back of our apartment. There is a bird somewhere up in the small orchard behind our house dedicated to waking up the neighborhood. I’ve just poured a cup of tea and I’m crunching away on biscuits, barefoot and wrapped up in a hoodie at my computer. Kevin is in the room sleeping, still. This is how most Sundays start around here, at least, the less...

Swedish Rye Bread

"The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight... one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will...

White Rum Banana Bread

It’s Monday morning. Labor Day. We’ve spent the weekend playing board games over beer late into the night, eating way too much ice cream for two humans, sipping amaretto liqueur by the fire, falling asleep to massages, and giving our hearts over to the film, Grandma. I woke up early yesterday morning to flip through some cookbooks I picked up at the library, including a prized gem titled...

Rosemary Nectarine Streusel

The air along the greenway is a mixture between city and nature. A thin strip of creek runs down from the pond and spills into the college district of the city. In the morning, runners, cyclists, walkers, readers, lovers, and children soak up the green space before scurrying away to their offices, school, or childcare. I’ve been on these paths for eight years and seen the way change waits for...