September 4, 2015
This photo makes me think of summers when I was little, when we would visit my grandma and find cicada shells in the trees. We ate the sweetest watermelon and spit the seeds over the fence, and one year, our very own melon grew in that spot. My dad would mow the lawn and there would be piles of green grass that I would dig in to make tunnels for my hot wheels. We rode our bikes around the block and jumped three-foot dirt ramps and felt like daredevils. We drank iced sweet tea and ran through the sprinkler and somehow life was so very… very.
September 3, 2015
So I made this Estonian kringel, and it was pretty fantastic. The dough is pretty stiff, and I had to add a bit more milk to make it come together, but once it rose and baked, it was kind of pastry-like and delicious. Actually, it reminded me of a Mexican pan dulce – kind of bread-like, kind of crumbly, but full of cinnamon and sugar. I need to practice my shaping skills, so this may have to be a once-a-week thing. I don’t think J would mind at all. ;)
Speaking of eating bread, I enjoyed this recent tweet:
September 2, 2015
I often take photos of food I make and then forget to post them. Here are a few of those things.
cheese and things, or as we call it, #snacks
noodles and greens
September 1, 2015
Sometimes a place and a time is so lovely you just have to photograph it. That is all.
August 31, 2015
This photo was taken in the spring, when it was cool enough to sit out on the patio and drink rum and read The Hobbit. Right now it’s 100 degrees out there, and the only way I’m sitting outside is if I’ve just jumped in the pool.
I always wonder why I’m still in Austin. I love so much about it – friends, a great apartment with a pool, a laid-back vibe, good food – but jeez, I hate the heat. I can look back through my blog archives and see over and over again this pining for scarves and pumpkins and snow and falling leaves. Is that something I can just visit each fall? Will we someday move back to the northeast, where there are tall, tall trees and rocky shores and turning leaves and that vast ocean? It’s a scary thought, but I still think about it most days. The other option is to win the lottery and live wherever we want whenever we want, with a good portion of the year in Paris. Yep, I think that’s the best option.