When I was pregnant with Hugh, I baked constantly.
If you look closely, you’ll notice slight differences among several of the photos.
After a nearly two year hiatus, I’m surprised to write that we’re once again CSA members.
Certain things change when you get married.
I learned last year that I don't have the tastebuds or palate to eat rhubarb as a main part of a savory dish, like in pasta or soup.
To ease the transition, I've tried to replicate certain arrangements we had in our last apartment: our ubiquitous eiffel tower print is now hung above the television, per usual.
Smelling a ripe peach immediately brings to mind several food memories: summers on my parents' deck, eating the fruit as quickly as I could as it leaked all over my arm.