Sarah Coates is the cool Australian behind The Sugar Hit, one of my favorite food blogs both for its recipes and punchy writing. She also has a cookbook out now that’s just as exuberant and funny as I hoped and expected. In a time of Scandi refinement and muted tones, Sarah’s bold colors, distinct voice, and unapologetically sweet, gooey, crazy delicious recipes stand out. It’s not called The Sugar Hit for nothing, people. [Read more…]
On Sunday, Brian and I slept in while the girls watched TV and ate whatever weird snacks they could cobble together. Since they’d already eaten their first breakfast, there was time to make waffles at a leisurely pace. We put on a record and made a big pot of coffee, and eventually, sat down to apple waffles. Later, we went to the park and library – all the while absorbing the beautiful September sunshine. [Read more…]
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On a hot summer Saturday eight years ago, Brian and I went to Prune for brunch. Like every meal I ever had at Prune, it was epic. (Lots of places in NYC phone it in when it comes to brunch, Prune, however, is not messing around.) But the reason I remember that brunch in particular is that Prune is teeny tiny. And, well, I was not. I was 41 weeks pregnant with a baby girl who in short order would come into the world at an impressive 9 pounds 10 ounces. Being full-term and all, I needed to go to the bathroom at least twice during our brunch and this meant that literally half the tables in the restaurant had to stand up to let me through. After brunch, Brian and I went on a walk all the way around the southern tip of Manhattan, and back up through Tribeca and on to Union Square. (The adventure was an ill-fated attempt to walk myself into labor.)
All these years later, I’m glad we went to brunch that day and enjoyed our last childless meal at a restaurant. [Read more…]
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Over the summer, I took to working mostly in the evenings. I’d wait for the sun to tip below our neighbor’s house, throwing a lovely golden light over the spot where I take pictures. I’d rush to get everything set up and then snap photos for an hour or so. Sometimes, I’d be thwarted by an evening storm, family, chaos, or poor timing, but I mostly got my shots.
Now, the light is changing – the sun’s tilting southward and each day I’m encountering shifting shadows and weird light. It’s also increasingly unacceptable for my photography schedule to push dinner back past 8 (the kids have school and all). The summer rhythm is dissipating, and though I’m glad for fall, I’m having a hard time letting go of the long days and beautiful light. [Read more…]
Summer obsessives hold on to the season until the equinox makes things official in late September. For others, it’s the end of Labor Day weekend that signals summer’s end (it falls especially late this year). I’m a weather nerd, and as such, tend to adhere to the meteorological calendar in which the seasons change with the weather – meteorological fall ticks over on September 1. [Read more…]
I was up late last night making a batch of nectarine rosemary jam. Earlier, I’d been out to a local low-spray orchard with a friend, and we came back with boxes of seconds for preserving. Though plenty sweet and flavorful, the seconds were between 50 and 75 percent cheaper than their unblemished cousins, making it far too easy to buy an amount of nectarines and peaches that can only be described as totally crazy (somewhere around a bushel and a half).
Please, send canning jars my way – I’m all out. [Read more…]
I’m not having a productive summer and it’s getting worse. Despite waking up late most mornings, I’ve now napped two days in a row. My coffee game is off. Getting work done feels like it depends on some strange alchemy. If I sit in the right spot, glasses cleaned and aligned just so, and the coffee’s fresh, maybe I’ll make progress? Nope. I wander out to the garden instead.
Billowing thunderheads, the deafening roar of the cicadas, minuscule progressions in the growth of my watermelons (you guys – I’m growing watermelons!), all seem far more important than work right now. [Read more…]
The girls really wanted a watermelon and against my better judgement, I bought one. A cool watermelon on a hot summer day is a joy, of course, but getting through a whole one when you’re don’t have company is a challenge. I used part of it in a batch of watermelon salsa over the weekend, gave a few slices to the girls, and ate some more of it myself over the sink, but still found myself with more than half of it in the fridge. If eating this enormous watermelon wasn’t in the cards, I was sure we could drink it. And so we did. [Read more…]
We’re sitting down to dinner late again. The girls are genuinely hungry, not to mention exhausted after staying up late the night before for fireworks. Brian’s made flatbread pizzas. Thirty minutes ago, I told him I’d be done taking pictures in 10 minutes, so they’re getting cold. Our littlest, still only three, grows restless and jostles my precarious photo setup just as storm clouds rolling in from the west swallow the evening light faster than usual. In these moments, I’m not at my best. Making a living as a blogger means blending real life with work life. Right now, trying to get the shot – holding my breath as the camera shutter opens and closes, begging my three year-old not to touch anything, fretting about a cold dinner – I need my real life to pause. But life with kids (or even without, really), doesn’t work that way.
In my heart, I’m a meanderer. During a quiet morning at home, if things are going well, I’m fully immersed in at least three tasks at once, wandering between each one as my interest shifts. In my art, I gravitate toward the endless possibilities of oil painting and fell hard for process-driven printmaking. I even made photography complicated, opting for handmade paper, pinhole cameras, and painted-on emulsion. [Read more…]