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.
The effort of this homemade pop tart makes the popularity of the processed, commercial version very understandable. However, the light sweetness, the wholesome ingredients, and the extra flaky, buckwheat and brown-rice flour crust is worth every step!
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.
Thanks to author Laura Vanderkam, I've begun to look at weekends with more purpose and intention. I view weekends as time I need to cherish in a different way than weekdays, and in that spirit, I sent a text to two of my favorite people, "Brunch on Sunday?"
Inspired by the breakfast bowl I ate at the 26 Grains cafe in London, I've got a Gluten-Free Banana Tahini Porridge to break your breakfast boredom. This bowl is healthy, hearty and a perfect mix of sweet and salty, but first, let's explore! We're heading to colorful Neal's Yard in London!
"It's like a pancake and an omelette had a sweet baby." Are you on board?
I was brainstorming ways to describe how much the Rustbelt Farmer and I value coffee. I could talk about our assortment of tools, or the way coffee has inspired our travels, or my metrics for judging a new coffee shop, but then I realized, that was all too flowery and emotional. The best way to demonstrate our love of good coffee was his response to a family member's request to pick up K-cups for our lake house weekend...
Hi! It's been a while, but I'm here, reminding myself I don't write for SEO (as the spam emails feel the need to reiterate for me on the regular). I don't shoot these photos for a weekly Instagram quota. Instead, the blog largely serves as a barometer of my "me" time. Am I expressing myself? Am I sharing time with others? Am I releasing the thoughts and stories in my head? Are there thoughts and stories in my head? Or, am I suffering from a full plate and a serious case of overwhelm?