It was a great pace. A fucking awesome pace… I was hauling ass. Paul and I had set out for a run with Harper in the Jogger this afternoon and I took off and didn’t stop to look back. No music. I never run with no music. Only my thoughts and a distinct, almost painful … Continue reading
Homemade hamburger buns, organic beef burgers hot off the grill, a heaping bowl of fruit and sides of milk; it was an ordinary Tuesday night dinner. Maybe it’s our new farm table. Maybe it’s how we’ve conceived a new evening routine, eating later and accommodating Paul’s long days. Whatever it is, it’s working. We are more spiritual … Continue reading
Clearly our bellies are thanking Paul for being home since I’ve taken to cooking all weekend. Growing up, my mom used to make me a Dutch Baby, a cross between a pancake and a popover, at least once a week before school and it was always my absolute favorite. Using an old and very well seasoned … Continue reading
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