There is one fall tradition I’ve managed to hang on to every year without fail: making a fall wreath. Yesterday my sweet friend, Kacey, and I got together for some fall crafting. It was so relaxing and the perfect way to bring in the season.
If you’re anything like me five years ago, you haven’t yet discovered the thrill of the thrifting obsession because you haven’t learned how to gamify it for yourself yet. It takes too much time. You never find anything good. And all you ever find is overpriced crap you already have or will never need. Then, one day you’re at your girlfriend’s house and notice her gorgeous new mirror that looks like it was $300 at Anthro, only to discover she bought it for $20 at a thrift store. Why don’t you ever have that luck?!
These bites don’t have any processed sugar or flour, making them perfect for a post run snack! Or…perfect for the chocolate-obsessed who’s doing her best not to eat chocolate cake every day. Either way, you won’t regret making these tiny treats.
This bread recipe freezes very well. Make sure your loaves are completely cooled and wrap tightly with freezer paper. To serve, set the frozen loaf on the counter 1 day before. Also, if you don’t need your bread to be gluten free, substitute all purpose flour for the Cup 4 Cup.
This is one of those times I would much rather sit across from you face to face. I’d rather you were able to hear the tone of my voice, that my facial expression could speak deeper and truer than just words. Because this topic feels so tender to me lately. Disappointment has been an unexpected guest in our house for the last couple months and I was tempted to feel isolated in it. But then I started talking it out. After a few different conversations I realized every single one of us is dealing with disappointment in some way or another.
Summer has always been my breath of fresh air season. It’s the time of year I feel the most energized. I shower less, I’m outside more than I’m inside and it just feels like you get a lot more bang for your buck in a day. This year, summer looks a little differently. So I’m on a mission to discover a new kind of summer season. One that still involves breathing from the deepest part of my lungs and soaking in every last ounce of joy from the small things.
Somewhere along the way as our culture broke free from social pressures to entertain and get family dinner on the table by 5pm, we lost the habit of gathering. We let food become fast and convenient, cooking a necessary evil to outsource. It’s funny how that happens with change. We often swing wide in the opposite direction for a while, working so intensely to steer clear of past baggage and mistakes that we lose the goodness that thing had in the first place. The goodness, in this case, being the joy and downright holiness of the kitchen.
About a year ago, God began nudging me about my relationships with the mothers in my life. I am the oldest child, born fiercely independent with a natural mothering instinct (read bossy, protective, and at times overly nurturing). During my growing up years, I always wound the “mom” of my peer group, with little siblings, neighbors, or friends marching behind me.
For the first decade of my adult life, I lived in apartments where the guest room also doubled as the living room, office, or unorganized storage room, etc. During those years the best I had to offer was often a Costco air mattress and a sound machine. And yet, (past guests, feel free to set the record straight here) it didn’t keep us from having a blast hosting family and friends. At the end of the day, all people need to feel welcome in your home is your relaxed, welcoming vibe and the good food you put in their belly.
I’ve been mulling this post over and over in my mind for weeks now. Can I be honest with you right off the bat? I’m terrified to let my work self and my mom self collide. I’m terrified to offend you or discourage you, that you might think differently of my work, or judge me as a soon-to-be mother. The role of mom vs/and the role of career is one of the most tender topics women face.
Chewy and delicious, these bars are a nostalgic favorite!
New Year’s Eve always has a way of sneaking up on me, yet I’m never able to resist hosting a last minute party for family and friends. In this post you’ll find fool proof tips for a simple, fun New Year’s Eve Party as well as a free digital invitation you can send to your guests!
Whether you’ve been gluten free for five years or five days, you know that finding a delicious gluten free biscuit is like finding the perfect Christmas gift for your second cousin. I have been guilty of literally sniffing (almost inhaling) regular biscuits at restaurants because of how much I miss them. Please don’t judge me, I’ve spent four years in a biscuit-less void. So when my sweet grandmother-in-law, “Baba”, sent me biscuit cutters and a Southern Living Cookbook I knew it was time to try to for fluffy, buttery gf biscuits again. And after a weekend of experimentation, I finally found the biscuit recipe my heart desired.