I still remember that weird feeling of publishing something “on the internet” and getting comments and emails from complete strangers saying t...
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Weekends are the longest and shortest days when you are a parent. Especially during summer days in the PNW that feel both beautifully and painfull...
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At some point, it became expected that whenever I would go home to visit my family, I would bring a delicious baked good (or goods). In some ways,...
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I can no longer avoid it, and I will not apologize. If you, like me, read a great deal of food blogs, you may be familiar with the term 'pumpkin f...
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Update: I've been informed that cocoa and coffee are both processed with high heat. Therefore, these truffles are technically not 'raw.' That said...
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Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
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Summer has quietly slipped out of my grip somehow and the other day, I had a fleeting thought about fall: about boots and hot chocolate and umbrella...
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I have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...
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Back in the early days of blogging, links were the best way to discover new sites, content, and voices around the Internet. Everyone seemed to hav...
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"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
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1 cup of whole wheat pastry flour 1/2 cup of wheat germ 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda 1 teaspoon of kosher salt 1 stick of unsalted butter, dice...