Cinnamon buns ready for the oven

My day job is in the architecture/interior design field and it’s been a busy first quarter. I think the long work days combined with “life” in general caught up with my body and my body won.  I was down for the count part of the weekend with a terrible migraine, so it was nice to take it easy in the kitchen on Sunday and practice the art of slow living.  I admit  – it’s a lot easier to just buy the pre-made log at the grocery store and call it a day (which is probably why it’s been such a long time since I’ve made cinnamon rolls from scratch).  But where s the reward in that?   Continue reading

Advertisements

Tear + Share Cinnamon Buns

Valentine’s Day Cake and Macaroni + Cheese

Valentine’s Day

img_1546

I noticed on social media this year there was a lot of hating going on about Valentine’s Day. I get it, it’s a holiday designed to make you feel bad if:
you’re single
You’re in a bad relationship
You’re in a good relationship but Valentine’s Day has become this competitive thing with you and your girlfriends
You’re in a relationship, it’s good, but you hate having to muster up this false sense of romance for the sake of a holiday when you barely have time to fold your laundry. Continue reading

Valentine’s Day Shortbread Hearts

I’ve never really been big on Valentine’s Day celebrating.  Maybe I’m a bit cynical of the “holiday” because of the years I spent working in the restaurant industry.  For folks working in the service industry this is probably hands down one of the most dreaded nights of the year where everybody comes out of the woodwork .  Really – why do we need just one day set aside for acts of love and kindness?  Why should one day be reserved for this, why not every day? Continue reading

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

 

While I love living in the country, there are certain things (mostly foods) I miss and crave from time to time.  One of said things are dim sum Sundays and Chinatown in general. Growing up in Chicago I spent a lot of time in Chinatown.  My family is from the neighboring community of Bridgeport, but most of my parents’ closest friends lived in Chinatown. I have fond memories of running around our family friend’s Chinese gift shop and hiding in huge ceramic pots and hanging out in the smoke-filled cafes while my dad  caught up his police buddies and drank coffee. Continue reading

Bone Broth – Rebirth

They Said It Would Change Your Life….

Ever had one of those arguments that changes your relationships when it’s over?  I don’t mean the “break-up” fight, no this argument is something different.  This one changes how you view yourself and all your relationships.  An argument that changes you.

I have experienced one of those with my best friend and it’s been wonderful-terrible.  For my entire life food or drink has been a safe haven when I’m feeling blue- aka emotional eater.  The argument made me aware of all these crutches.  Among other things, it made me re-look at the example I’m setting for my kids.

From pain comes rebirth… Continue reading

White Bean Tuscan Soup

I am really excited to be joining the team of bloggers at farmgraze. Before I share my experience with creating a family meal I would like to take a moment to introduce myself. I am a busy mother of wo living in Pittsburgh. I have a Ph. D. in Psychology but decided to actively lean out of the academic job market two years ago to focus on taking care of my kids and pursuing other passions (like writing). Continue reading

Put That in Your Pie Hole

When I saw that it was National Pie Day, I could not pass up the opportunity to take a stab at a meat pie. I definitely prefer savory pies over sweet pies.  When living in Chicago I was spoiled with great restaurant options.  Two of my favorite neighborhood eats served up delicious traditional English savory pies and the other made a great pasty. I’ve eaten plenty of both, but have never made one of my own, so what better time than now. Continue reading

Momofuku Muthafuken Ramen

Second week after Christmas break – I need a vacation!  Seriously, the kids are awesome and life is good but I am dog ass tired.  As a mom I’m re-assessing my “work performance”, and really want to make some changes.  As a wife – yeah I could do a better job.  As a boss/business owner – man do I have a lot to do!  Which brings me back to – I’m tired! Continue reading

Grammie’s Birthday

My mother does so much for me, my kids, my sister, her kids, and my dad – it is the personification of love.  I will never be able to repay her for all she has done or will do for us all.  Often her special days are celebrated with a phone call or quick text, while our children’s days are weekend events. Continue reading

Holiday Hangover

 

All set and ready to go

Another holiday season come and gone.  The tree is down, stockings and a variety of chachkies are safely tucked away to a worn banker box in a  corner of attic storage until next year.  Aaaahh, peace and fucking quiet.  The silence is welcomed.  This year was a bit stressful – more so than years past.   Continue reading

Running Away From Home

The peaceful shores of Maine

The peaceful shores of Maine

Everyone’s had those weeks – the ones where you start out optimistic and positive and end dark and stormy. That’s the week we’ve had. In my 20s I was big on the pity party. You know – grab a bottle, grab a buddy, get shitty and moan about your life. In my 30s I realized acting like a complete hot mess in public wasn’t allowed so I usually hibernated at home with a bottle and a movie or a book. I’m 40ish and have 2 little kids, no time for a pity party. So, rather than be angry mommy I asked my hubby and sister-in-law to head to the ocean with me. A change of scenery always changes your perspective. So let’s run away from home! Continue reading

Spring in Vermont

Syrup grade samples from last year's draw.  Fancy.

Syrup grade samples from last year’s draw. Fancy!

Winter is still nipping at the heels of spring, holding its last bit of ground before releasing us into warmer weather and Vermont’s fifth season – mud season.  April is an odd month in Vermont. It can never seem to make up its mind whether it is winter or spring.  We have had flurries this along with rainy days that leave every inch of ground like a mud bog followed by clear, sunny days.  I, however, love these foggy, rainy spring days.   Continue reading

#FAMILYMEAL

Upper pasture at one of our farms.

Upper pasture at one of our farms.  What dreams are made of….and we are lucky enough to live here every day.

Family meal evokes a myriad of emotional reactions. It can mean joy. It can mean pain. For me, it evokes a feeling of comfort and safety – so I guess I’m one of those lucky bastards that doesn’t have deep emotional scars running through the middle of my universe. Yeah, I’m not – I have no inner demons. I’m basically an average 40 something married mom of two great kids with a fantastic network of family and friends. So when my husband suggested that we host a family meal once a week for our extended family friends, I thought sure. Then I thought about all the dishes I’d have to contend with – but I decided showing our kids what it means to be part of a larger family/community was worth some dishwater hands. Continue reading

Potage au Shrimp (aka shrimp stew)

 

Shrimp Stew

Potage au Shrimp

During the week we manage our farm, a slaughter house/processing plant/smokehouse, and a food distribution company.  We love being busy and intellectually challenged.  There are days when everything together feels unmanageable, but mostly it is the most amazing life I never knew I always wanted.

Plus we have two kids, our daughter is almost 4 and in preschool half-days 3 days a week. Our son is almost 2 and he’s with me 24/7. Our weekdays go like this — Continue reading

Valentine’s Day Redux

Valentine’s Day Re-dux

(aka Infant Sick = Valentine’s Day Postponed)

image

 

This post is definitely very delayed but we have been going through a rough patch in our house lately. The past two weeks my son (3 months old) has had a cold, which translates to no one in our house is sleeping except for the 4-year-old.  By the middle of the first week we were past bleary-eyed five cups of coffee tired and approaching epic levels of sleep deprivation which culminated over Valentine’s Day weekend for me with flu like symptoms of achey legs, trembling hands and a very sensitive stomach. But no actual sickness ensued, it was just my body’s way of saying – seriously,

you need to sleep  – or things are going to get ugly around here. Continue reading