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Homemade Pizza Sauce
Greg was recently out of town for a week. Gosh, just writing that sentence makes me tired. I don’t know how people single parent and survive. I’m horrible at it even for a week. Parenting, to me, can be a difficult journey on the best of days. When my partner in crime is gone, it’s downright lonely. Friday nights at our house mean two important things, pizza and movies. I buy a ball of regular dough for the kids, fresh mozzarella, Parmesan and whatever toppings we crave each week. Greg makes a gluten-free dough for himself (which I greedily share with him because it’s scrumptious.)
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Mother’s Day Bourbon Smash Cocktail
Annnnd here we are again, another Mother’s Day is upon us. This holiday gets me every year. I remember my first Mother’s Day with my three-week-old Lily in my arms, and I felt, not so much like a mother, but awe. I just felt pure gigantic awe, like this business is huge! I really had no idea. Many days I’m still searching for the life preserver in that vast ocean.
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Come Back to Me Lemon essay on Feminine Collective
I’d be honored if you’d click over to Feminine Collective and read my essay, Come Back to Me Lemon published on April 30. My mom and food, well they are so connected in my life, in my memories. Probably the strongest memories I have are cemented in the tastes, the aromas, the ceremonies around food and people I love. When she died, my love for cooking left with her for a while… “Lemon added beauty to every savory and sweet item on my menu of life. The citrus, the acid, the zing it brought to so many dishes. Lemon infused my cooking, my life with brightness, just like my mother…
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Lily’s Passion Fruit Glaze
I don’t know if it’s her age, her cute, quirky personality or just that we are both food obsessed, but I am having so much fun cooking and baking with Lily lately. The other day she leaned her head down on her hand, looked at me with this happy, but intense look and said, “Mascarpone and meringue, what’s that other ‘M’ food word?” For some reason in that moment, I couldn’t name one other “M” food word; all I could do was stare at her cute freckles and those sparkly, blue eyes and think, you are too cool for words, kid. Where do you come up with these questions?
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A Tiny, Delicious Package of Thanks
We’ve been in our new house in Maine for about three weeks now. I feel like every house has it’s own personality. This one definitely does with it’s old school charm, high ceilings and tall windows, even the creaky hardwood floors tell their own story. We’re still unpacking, stuff…so much stuff!! Still figuring out where we want everything, hanging curtains, painting rooms, figuring out what remodels we want to do, enjoying all the light and brightness. And we’ve been cooking our own delicious food in our own kitchen again. Lovely.
