Chocolate chip pancakes conjure the moments in childhood when I felt the safest, the most innocent and the most loved. I've updated these gluten-free oat pancakes to be heartier, healthier and more sustaining, but I hope the feeling remains the same. For those moments when you want to pretend this is just an extended snow day, these pancakes are here.
It's about to get a little louder and a little brighter than it typically is in this corner of the web. I am a nuanced human being after all, and as much as I love vintage wood grains, I love a nearly neon, pink, stone-washed jumpsuit and roller skates. But before we fully get this party started, I want to share why this party, this loud, silly, colorfully over-stimulating party was so needed.
If you want to learn the definition of resilience, shadow an old farmer. Shake his hand. Listen to the boom of his voice. Follow his gaze. If you want to see the definition of fearlessness, attempt to keep up with that old farmer. If you want to bear witness to your own limits and timidity, attempt to help that farmer. That's exactly what I did this past fall when I helped with a cranberry harvest.
I don’t know what big projects are on my horizon, or what the fine-tuning of my career will look like yet, but I know this: I want to make people feel special and celebrated. I want to empower people to feel their value and their contribution, whether it be passing them a microphone on stage or really enjoying the cup of coffee they made me. I want to be part of restoring humanity, which is why I hosted this brunch in honor of my friend, Sandra Villarroel and her organization Worth Manifesto.
I never wanted to be a blogger who blogs about not blogging. Is there anything more boringly meta? I will, however, be a writer who falls prey to a lack of words, an overachiever who falls under her own pressures. I will be a blogger who blogs about life, who shares the echoes of her silence.
This “everything cookie” is my solution to analysis paralysis. It’s all three of the classic flavors in one cookie, with an added buckwheat crunch. Now, you don’t have to choose, and you can also feel good about eating this cookie as it’s lightly sweetened and high in fiber and protein.
I previously equated any wine from my region with the blood of Christ, ie: a sickeningly sweet beverage that should only be consumed in a thimble-sized cup with an equally tiny serving of bread or crackers. Then I discovered Mazza Winery and a little pocket of Lake Erie Wine Country that actually produces wine worth seeking. This summer I had the chance to spend a long weekend sipping at a few wineries, exploring the town of Westfield, NY and adding to my general infatuation with Lake Erie.