

There was a blur of commotion, stretching the last few weeks.

There is nothing like a few days spent living with others to put into perspective how truly personal is our choice in food.

Sometime in the early months of 2013, I discovered a whole new genre of food blogs.

I cooked my first winter squash this week, a delicata from the garden.

Shannon and Anneke walked in to the kitchen and immediately curled their noses.

I spent last weekend running around central Oregon in a heatwave with a group of 11 other runners, sharing space in our two vans, running the Cascade Lakes Relay.

In the moment I have a muhammara recipe bookmarked from a favorite cookbook and with a big bowlful of the last of the season’s peppers in varying shades of red, orange, and gold, all streake…

Happy Easter Friends! Today I have a recipe I’ve been making on repeat for the last couple months, and one I’ve been meaning to share for weeks.