I think it's been established that I'm a breakfast person. Mostly because that short, slow hour of coffee and solitarity is integral to my sanity, but probably also because it's the only time of day when you can eat something sweet and actually call it a meal. Smoothies, yogurt bowls, French toast, cake or leftover pie ... if it's sweet and delicious, I'm happy to call it breakfast.
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apricot & orange thyme galette w/ rye crust
in pies & tarts, summer, fruit
It must've been around 5 pm when we arrived. Nicole's house was located on the edge of the Fôret d'Ermenonville, in one of those tiny little French villages that consists of little more than a dozen grey-walled houses lined along a single street, and the last few kilometers, even after a full day of cycling, had been pure bliss. [...]
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berry coconut skillet cake
We've been through this, you and I. We know the drill. You throw things at me; I hustle and try not to drop anything. Things like birthday cakes and garden parties and get-togethers and assignments and travel plans. Fun things. Exciting things.
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baked lemon poppy seed doughnuts w/ blackcurrant glaze
I once set myself the goal of reading Marcel Proust's A la recherche du temps perdu. All two thousand four hundred and one pages of it. In French. It started as a seven year plan - one year for each chapter -, but seven years quickly turned into eight and now we're eleven years down the line and I still haven't gotten past page 200. [...]
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raspberry rhubarb yogurt pops w/ almond crunch
in curds & creams, fruit, summer
There was this summer, somewhere between heartache and finding myself, that I spent lying in the grass, reading Harper Lee and everything J.D. Salinger has ever written - Franny & Zooey twice. Years before that, I spent the summer months playing baseball with my brothers, singing "Wild Thing" and trying to look just as cool as Charlie Sheen [...]
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vermont
I am writing this on a slow Saturday afternoon. In front of me is a bowl of bright red strawberries, our living room is filled with the floral scent of peonies and through the windows I can see the green oasis that is our garden. As I consider my surroundings, I am reminded just how long this post is overdue. Filled with dark tones, comfort food and snow, the photographs seem almost of a different time. But the experience ... that's still very much one of the present.
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