I set out intending to leave this post free of any mammary references, but then I went for my first postpartum jog the other day and realized that HOLY JESUS Running With Boobs Hurts Like The Dickens and it just didn’t feel right keeping the lid on such an epiphany, so there goes that. And to think I actually wanted these things back in high school. Ouch. Also, how uncomfortable is the word mammary? I’m having mixed feelings about it, mostly because every time I hear it I picture whales swimming around with little storybook clusters of bubbles floating about, because obvi whales are … Read More
buttered miso-tomato soup with roasted garlic + togarashi (gf)
Do you guys know Sylvie from Gourmande in the Kitchen? I’m so honored to be pinch-hitting for her today so she can get some well-deserved R&R on the sunny beaches of Maui. I’m more than a little envious. It’s hardly been three months since we babymooned on that very island and I already miss the jungly black sand beaches. The unmarred white sand beaches. The mochiko chicken. YOU GUYS. The mochiko chicken. Happily, I’ve got something comin’ round the bend that’ll hopefully take the edge offa that craving, but we’ll save that for another post. Today, we’re talking about scratching … Read More
slow cooker vegan mole chili
Let me tell you what I did this weekend. I pushed around strollers for three hours and then ate a sandwich the size of my face. I mean, we also did the Valentine’s Day thing and all that jazz (panna cotta for all!), but sandwich the size of my face was pretty much the highlight. And in case you’re wondering, we are no closer to choosing a stroller than we were before. Namely because there’s apparently no such thing as chic and multipurpose and affordable and joggable and schlep-all-your-shittable without tipping over and knocking your newborn in the dome. I’m about THIS close … Read More
“his n’ hers” panna cotta (coconut cream w/ cinnamon-bourbon whip + strawberry-sesame w/ matcha whip)
Let’s talk about how I just spent almost half an hour trying to pinpoint the crackling sound coming from the freezer only to realize it’s coming from a wood-wick candle I left burning on the bathroom counter. And now my kitchen is littered with frozen food and I get to play my favorite-ever freezer game “hide the banana(s).” Except it’s not nearly as fun or dirty as it sounds and more like I really, really need to make banana bread some time in 2015. Yikes. A. Bee. Now (Bachelor spoiler) let’s talk about how Farmbeezy Chreezy almost totally redeemed himself this week by … Read More
quinoa + chickpea tabbouleh (gf + vegan)
You guys. Parenthood is over. I just finished the Serial podcast. Vampire Diaries is getting a little off its game — even for Vampire Diaries. (But, attractive people…) And do we even want to talk about The Bachelor? This season is a freaking circus of crazies and the ring master is an unfortunately fauxhawk’d makeout slut with waaaaaay less facial hair than is necessary for the whole Iowa Farmer thing to be charming. (Also, that matte pink lipstick looks good on exactly none of you, so stop passing it around. JUSTSTOPIT. Jesus.) I think I need a detox from popular programming. Or maybe just a … Read More