It’s going to be hard to think of reasons why we shouldn’t pack up the kitchen and head down to the park every single night this summer. Last night: grilled asparagus and mushrooms, homemade…
I’ve been poring over these family photos lately. There’s lots to say about them, but for now I couldn’t help but to share them as a little celebration of Brooklyn in the summertime. I…
I’ve written before about our weekly dinners with Cait and Curt. With the arrival of tiny Oliver, the ritual has become somewhat more unpredictable than it was this summer, but whether it’s dinner on…
We woke up Sunday morning to clean sheets. Clean sheets and the newspaper waiting for us. But somewhere between those clean sheets and morning paper something went wrong. Not terribly wrong or even very…
On Sunday James made chocolate pizzelles. They were just like these ones, but with the addition of a 1/4 cup of cocoa powder and the absence of fuss over having them turn out perfectly.…
1. this onesie for a nephew, drying on a radiator.Some weeks, there can only be one object that really matters. Just one object for me to use to convey the enormity of an occasion…
If you frequent the internet–and your presence here means you do–you’ve no doubt stumbled across the beautiful Kinfolk Magazine. Its covers make for irresistible photo ops and with the release of each new addition,…
Long walks on the beach. Raucous board games. A high school reunion. More stuffing than I thought was possible. It was a good weekend no matter how you look at it and I was…
We celebrated a birthday brunch on Sunday for my James and my mama. There were sweet buckwheat pancakes and a savory chard tart and just the right amount of coffee and cupcakes to finish…
My hometown has a way of making you miss her in the fall months. Over the weekend, James and I were back home for the wedding of one of my oldest friends. We shuffled down…