Meet Ethan… And baby boy cookies!


What do you do when your due date is quickly passing and you need to keep yourself busy? You decorate cookies… To take to the hospital, of course!

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Nuts and Seeds Granola with Flax and Hemp Hearts


The waiting game…

Today is my due date.

It’s the date that we’ve had in the back of our minds for 9 months… The date the baby is supposed to be here. And, here we are. Waiting.

Babies are unpredictable creatures… I know that. But, I’m a planner. Those two things tend to be at odds. So, I’ve spent the past week keeping myself busy. I’ve cleaned and organized the freezer (including a detailed inventory and list of all the available freezer meals), cleaned out the pantry, baked, cooked, cleaned, and even decorated cookies (doesn’t everyone consider decorated cookies an essential for their hospital bag?).

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Simple Asparagus Pasta Salad


Today I’m coming clean…

I want to talk about how food bloggers really eat. In particular, I’m talking about one food blogger.

Yours truly.

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Cocoa Banana Bran Muffins


Let’s just say that I’m a bit Type A.  You might even use the word perfectionist. I’ll take it as a compliment.

That’s all fine and great… And, when it comes to developing recipes, it can be a good thing.

Enter the toddler.

Too tired to walk all the way over to the couch? Why not just lie down in the middle of the floor! Don’t want that last bite of your snack? Just put it on the counter. Partially chewed. Messy hands? No problem. Wipe them on the clean kitchen towel. Or on the cabinets. Or on your shirt. Hey, you have options!

Toddlers are not Type A.

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A Break-Up Note (Sort Of)

This blog post may read a bit like a break-up note… You know, the kind you would fold, origami-style, into some crazy shape and pass down the aisle in 7th grade history class to that kid you were “dating” (whatever that actually meant in 7th grade).

It’s not you, it’s me.

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