looking back, moving on + cottage pie

snow day // brooklyn supper
Almost eight years ago, Brian and I moved into this apartment. We had our dog, and that was about it. Those were the days when we could head out for a drink on a Tuesday night just for fun. We could stay out late and didn’t mind waiting 45 minutes for a table. We remodeled the kitchen, painting over green and mauve tile with gusto. For a while my painting studio was in the apartment and we had stacks of old canvases shoved behind the bed. Then I got a studio, started a gallery job, we got engaged, and things started happening.

Pretty much immediately after our wedding I was pregnant, and then we had a baby. A year later, we started this blog. A year after that, there was fire downstairs and we had to live in a hotel for six long weeks. By the time we moved back here, the 2009 recession had hit hard and Brian was laid off. It felt like our lives had been turned upside-down.

I went back to work full time, landed a regular blogging gig with Babble, and got pregnant again. Brian started working full time and I quit my full time gig, we had our second daughter, our dog died, and I had a solo exhibition. And last year, thankfully free of any major family disasters, was filled with little triumphs, a wonderful, fun summer, and in the fall, sick kids and Sandy.

Through all this, we were here. Walking these worn floors, and looking out on our tiny rooftop garden. Planting seeds, for fun or food, painting walls, building walls, and moving furniture as our family expanded.

The garage across the street calls us if we forget to move our car. Our barista was the first to figure out I was pregnant when my order suddenly changed. Our deli accepts packages and plies our girls with bananas of varying degrees of ripeness. I know the blocks around this house in precise detail, each crevice stomped on in the day-to-day comings and goings of our family.

Why am I telling you all this? We’re moving. Or we’re supposed to anyway. With grand plans for the future of this apartment, our landlord has asked us to move in the next few months, and so we’re preparing to take the leap. After so many versions of our life lived here on third floor of this drafty, leaning, rickety walk-up, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else. I hate uncertainty (like, really), but I’m going to keep my chin up in the hopes that, wherever we land, there will be a dishwasher. Amen.

cottage pie // brooklyn supper

And what does all this have to do with cottage pie. Pretty much nothing, except I cooked it in my (though soon not to be) kitchen. And, cottage pie is supremely comforting, with aromatic and root vegetables suffused with rich grass-fed beef flavor. My version swaps out potatoes for nutrient-rich parsley root, and throws a bit of kale into the mix. Lest you think it’s heathy, there’s also a stick of butter and a pound of ground beef. But look, butter is totally in season, so it’s cool.

cottage pie // brooklyn supper

Get our recipe over on Babble Food.

And if you know of a cheap two bedroom in Brooklyn or Queens, drop us a line.


  1. says

    I loved your story a lot, you certainly have a strong family since you are still united and facing all troubles. I hope your new house will be like a new, fresh beginning with a lot of opportunities.

    • says

      Kate, thanks for your nice words. As reluctant as I am to make a move I know in my heart that you’re right, and that a new place might be a wonderful beginning for our family. Thanks for reading and commenting, it means so much to me.

  2. says

    Such a lovely post, Elizabeth! I feel very much the same way about my apartment, where I’ve lived for over 8 years (with a high school friend!). It was before I met Matt and now we’ve gotten engaged in this apartment, got married, started Turntable Kitchen, and now, will be welcoming our first child here. I know that our time here is limited and although I’ve been talking for years about how much I hate our small kitchen, or the lack of a garage, etc. etc., I know when we leave, I’ll be really sad. But, endings mean new and exciting beginnings so three cheers to newness! xo


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