I’ve come to realize there are two reasons why my mom enjoys my visits to northern Michigan. The first is to provide the opportunity to see her ridiculously clumsy son do something that’s uncontrollably laughable.
I have to admit. I’m feeling a little guilty about not posting as frequently as usual. I’m certainly not short on stories or recipes to share. With the fall semester of graduate school kicked into
Summer is supposed to be a time for rest, relaxation and reflection. None of those items are in my deck of cards these days. Life has been busier than ever with interesting projects coming out
Weekend mornings are some of the few times when I can truly dive into cooking breakfast. I look to those moments as a break from the weekday oatmeal and yogurt routine. Keeping it simple is
I’m a huge fan of a hearty breakfast on the weekends. By the time I wake up though, it’s late enough to be counted as brunch. Sophie woke me up early over the holiday weekend