Corners of my home


Just another lovely corner. There are the red candles that remind us of church and the Hotel Havana in San Antonio. There’s the window that looks out over the pool, and the stack of first-year editions of Everyday Food that I forget to cook from. There’s the Lone Star bike art that Mia and Josh gave us or Christmas, and the stack of old books that I’ve collected from thrift stores just because they look cool. There’s a stack of Kinfolk and Trouvé and Lapham’s Quarterly and Toast and Gather Journal, just a small part of my giant collection of beautiful publications. The stack is topped with a paperweight, which is an old newspaper letterpress weight that Justin found somewhere. There’s a set of leather letter punches that I got for Justin’s birthday in Portland, and the little porcelain and brass jar that Nick brought back for me from Qatar. There’s the handmade recipe box that Logan’s mom gave to me after I swooned over her recipe box that was filled with tattered and torn recipes from years and years ago. On top of that is a hand-carved textile wood block that we got in Santa Fe. And underneath it all are books – book after book of recipes and food writing and all the things that make my brain happy.

10 years!

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Somehow, this little blog is 10 years old today. Somehow, I’ve been writing and sharing in this space for 10 years. Off and on, food and life, writing and photos, videos and links – just me and this little space, for 10 FREAKIN’ YEARS.

This all makes me realize one thing: I’m old. ;)


Guys. I found this guy on YouTube who makes lovely videos with the simplest, most beautiful recipes. He’s Spanish, so I’ve been translating his recipes so I can use them later, but even if you don’t speak Spanish, the videos are worth watching because they’re so dang gorgeous. Everything is styled as rustic, as if you lived in a tent or an old country house, with handed-down dishes and rough surfaces and of course, amazing light. I know that it’s styled, and not necessarily true-to-life, but why can’t it be? Why can’t we create a life that is beautiful and rustic?

For example, if you were the Gipsy Chef:

You could have this gorgeous old pot for cooking quince paste in the forest.

worn pot for camping

And then you’d use a vintage knife to spread that goodness onto your toast.

awesome spreader for jam 2

Of course you’d keep your whipped cream in an old enamel cup.

whipped cream in an enamel coffee cup

Speaking of enamel cups, you’d also use one to mix softened butter with whole grain mustard, minced cilantro stems, and lemon juice.

mixing butter in an enamel coffee cup

You’d have this simple but beautiful scalloped bowl that you’d casually use to mix pancake batter.

using pretty scalloped bowl as mixing bowl

You’d use an old cookie tin filled with vintage silverware to weigh down fish while you cured it with salt, sugar, and berries.

using cookie tin with spoons as weight

You’d just flip over a pan lid to transfer a perfectly fried egg to your plate.

pan lid for transferring fried egg

You’d have super-juicy citrus that you’d juice by hand with a fork into a glass for breakfast.

juicing grapefruit with a fork

You’d use a giant block of butter to grease your griddle.

giant block of butter for greasing pan

You’d steep spices, lemon peel, and sugar with milk and tea leaves, then pour that over cocoa to make chocolate tea.

choco te - star anise in milk

And you’d do it on an old table outside.


Seriously. Go check him out. This video is a good place to start – somehow he makes breakfast sexy.

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Repent just means to change direction–and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.

– Anne Lamott

Daily Eats

I was re-inspired by Ai to post what I eat in a day. I only had my iPhone with me so the photos aren’t fantastic, but here’s what my Friday in food was like!

I love Starbucks. Today I tried the Tiramisu Latte, which was good! The barista said if I liked Kahlua, I’d like the latte, and I did. :)


I had some leftover gumbo from Fresh Plus for lunch. It was much needed, because it was cooooold today in Austin! (And not so cold for those of you with an actual winter.)


We called it a day around 3:30, and headed to Vino Vino for some wine and chatting. I had a Gavi, which is one of my favorite whites.


And then we needed some salt, so we ordered some fries. :)


We headed home, and walked over to Cipollina for dinner. We shared a cheese plate with some awesome Gorgonzola. I’m so glad I like blue cheeses – I used to hate them, but I can’t imagine life without them now.


We also shared a Margherita pizza, which was lovely. I love the cracker-like crust.


After dinner we walked back home and watched Whiplash. I had been so afraid to see it, because I knew it would be painful and uncomfortable, but it was outstanding. Horrible, but outstanding.

Tomorrow promises to be rainy and cold here, so we promise to stay inside and watch too much television. I think Justin will be binge-watching on House of Cards, and I will watch Amelie twelve times.

I hope you have a great weekend!