Back to bread

I was restless and excited yesterday in anticipation of the coming storm. We had hot cocoa in the pantry and firewood in the hamper, and I wanted to lean fully into cozy. I wanted to bake, and I wanted to bake bread. Specifically, I wanted to bake oat bread. My first appliance as a grown-up … Continue reading Back to bread

I want fries

It’s 5:52 am. I’m up in the bleachers at the cavernous aquatic center, café Americano in a paper cup by my side. The white noise of the kick-splash from the swim team, the echo of the coach’s instructions from the pool deck, and the muffled beat of pop music (much better for afternoon than early … Continue reading I want fries