Head to your local scoop shop or freezer section, browse, buy, return home, then pop these bad boys in your toaster oven to get the chocolate nice and melty. Serve with a scoop of ice cream, and a rocks glass of brown drink. That, my friends, is how you end a day!
I don't have a recipe for you. Instead, I have a preserved memory for my friends and for myself, but perhaps, I have a seed for you too. Maybe there's an epic seafood boil in your future.
Warm bread, the crunch of walnuts, the sweetness of local honey that tastes like caramel. Fall spices, crumbs, and a warm mug. Breakfast is a time I have come to appreciate as sacred. I find ritual in routine, and reverence in the first pour of coffee.
Taking the time to love our homes is important. Everyone deserves a home that's a "hell yeah!" As fall settles in, as a season of hibernation looms, I hope you're able to take the time to nourish your space and yourself. In the meantime, I'd love to share my home with you.
The same bottle of Spanish rosé. A similar spread. A different location but a similar depth of conversation. A rosy reminder to enjoy each season's backdrop whether it be sand so hot it burns your heels or the crisp crunch of falling leaves.
This trip and these photos were from a different time, but I wanted to preserve them, wanted to share them here. Just like everything on this blog, they were part of my story, just as a new navigation is also part of my story.
The beauty of a CSA, a Community Sponsored Agriculture program, is investing directly in a local farmer and reducing the stamps in your dinner’s passport. The beast of a CSA is being bombarded with vegetables you don’t love or simply don’t know how to use.
If you ever get the chance to visit Ithaca, be sure to stop at the farmer's market. The breezy pavilion was filled with such beauty and bounty, which we transformed into a pancake brunch board extravaganza (more on that to come!).