It has been some time since I felt like I could really catch my breath.
No matter how tenaciously I try to resist, the calendar fills to overflowing and exhaustion reaches levels far beyond what a weekend can remedy.
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It has been some time since I felt like I could really catch my breath.
No matter how tenaciously I try to resist, the calendar fills to overflowing and exhaustion reaches levels far beyond what a weekend can remedy.
Read moreThe days are moving forward with such rapidity I can scarcely catch my breath. Addled by the dates in my daily journal and helpless to stop tomorrow from becoming today, I often sit, my hands restless, trying to renew my grasp upon reality.
Read moreYou are well into your seventh hour of your Great British Bake Off binge when you stumble into the kitchen with untidy hair and entirely unreasonable expectations.
You are going to bake something. Something spectacular. Something that would make even the stern and hallowed Paul Hollywood swoon.
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Welled-up hope, excitement, and tears preluded this momentous brunch which now feels so much the culmination of them all. ONE seems to signify the realness of this charmed existence as mother, daughter, family. Our Eivelyn Blair has completed us.
A tale of recipe conception…
It had been a long day and all I really wanted was some quality couch time with the Bon Appetit test kitchen. Whatever plans I had in mind for dinner were soon diminished by more slothful desires for all things lazy and cozy.
I love that my generation has taken a hold of snacks and made them into not only a socially-acceptable mode of daily nutrition but a hallowed one. If you're not entirely sure of the current snack pseudonyms, see; charcuterie, tapas, tastings, flights…