garlic ginger collard & egg skillet with feta

garlic ginger collard & egg skillet with feta

garlic ginger collard & egg skillet with feta

garlic ginger collard & egg skillet with feta

I didn’t anticipate a lot of things about the life I’m living now. I didn’t anticipate how happy it was possible to be or that work/life balance would flow naturally from that peace. I didn’t know I would ever be comfortable with another human being watching me brush my teeth. I didn’t know that I would plan a wedding. But more than all of that, I didn’t know how it would change my day-to-day eating habits. That was truly unfathomable. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted to be with him forever. I did not, however, know that I would be inspired to adopt a largely vegetarian diet. While I still identify as a conscientious omnivore, my daily life is now lived as a vegetarian. With, admittedly, the odd oyster thrown in. This dish is the epitome of our everyday food. Simple, seasonal, vegetarian, one pan, and fast—a southern take on Seussian green eggs that’s my personal favorite in a growing arsenal of vegetarian meals.

 

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japan | kiso valley

japan | kiso valley, tsumago

japan | kiso valley

japan | kiso valley

japan | kiso valley

japan | kiso valley

japan | kiso valley

I have a tenuous relationship with time. I’m always looking to be lost in it, to fight it, to move freely in it. To push and pull. Save it. Erase it. Who knows what’s equitable to ask of time. It never answers my letters. It just goes on. And so I travel looking for lost bits, hoping to know what it’s like to be more than a temporal being. Ancient Japan does, for a moment, make you feel outside of time. Not quite immortal. These photos were taken in and around the Kiso Valley, specifically in Tsumago and Magome. I stayed at the Fujioto Ryokan, a beautiful inn with exceptional food. I highly recommend it. I hiked the trail between the two towns, which I also highly recommend.

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japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo

japan | tokyo, shibuya

I don’t remember landing in Tokyo. I don’t remember the flight. But the moment my feet hit the pavement marked the first leg of what would be a three month journey. What I do remember is that I had just said good-bye, and that I was heartsick, drunk on lights, and hungry. \

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lavender blueberry & ricotta turnovers

lavender blueberry & ricotta turnovers

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Yesterday was my birthday, 32 years old. It stormed in furious bursts, the sun coming out for a moment in late afternoon before again being eclipsed by torrential rains & cracks of thunder. My idea of perfect weather. I spent the first half of the day catlike and languorous in bed until I could be bothered to take a midday bath, where I lay warm in the steam listening to the rain. I let myself do all the nothing I would normally never dream of, and he made me coffee and kept me company from bed to bath and back again. We ran errands and everything was always funny. We shared dinner with my family, and I ate a dozen oysters and too much dessert. It was the happiest day of my life, and this morning I awoke to a new world & a new year as a new woman. I awoke to a normal I’ve never known & always wanted. I’ve been home for a month now, and it’s even better than I’d imagined it would be. He’s taught me, without even trying, to make time for my life.

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earl grey waffles + whipped honey cream

earl grey waffles + whipped honey cream

chemex + earl grey waffles

earl grey waffles + whipped honey cream

earl grey waffles + whipped honey cream

chemex + earl grey waffles

Three years came and went. And the truth is I was busy, lovesick, on the road, and didn’t notice this year. April 12, that was the 3 year mark. I don’t even know what country I was in. I know that I’m currently in Portugal, and that I’m hopping over to Croatia for five days after this and then on to Italy & France to teach two more workshops before finally, finally running home. Home to breakfasts and weekdays and the gym and yoga and morning coffee and and and home to normal. Home to the romance of the ordinary & weekend waffles.

This project, this blog, abides as a constant, but my life continues to surprise me in its unfolding. And Earl Grey waffles, a personal favorite comfort food infused with a personal favorite comfort tea, seemed as good a recipe as any to both celebrate 3 years of this space and my current love affair with home, with home defined as being where the heart is. In my life, I’ve taken everything as it comes, when it comes, never pretending at forevers. Okay, sometimes pretending at them but always aware of the precarious nature of pretending. I expected the landscape of my life to forever morph, seashore in the tide, time doing the eroding it’s so adept at, taking and leaving bits and pieces of my world and self as it saw fit. And so it has. Until now.

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