Today was full– full but not busy, not hectic, not frenzied, just full and fulfilling. We hunted for the perfect tomatoes, rode a lawn mower train, bought our garden’s worth of transplants, planted half of them into the earth. Today I taught my son what a baby broccoli plant looks like, and how to place it into the soil so it can grow. So he can eat it. So he can grow.

Father, my offense towards You is greater than any offense I have ever suffered against me.
An irrevocable disdain, even if only through my birth.
Tainted by breath–Your original breath of life, swallowed up by death; these clay hands to pound those nails.

The other day my kitchen transformed into a truffle shop. While the camera did its job to capture the rich, shiny, luscious dark chocolate melting on my stove top, it also did its other job of hiding the surrounding mess. What the camera catches represents only a tiny morsel of what goes on in my kitchen.

The”Wholiest” of All   I can just see it. A small gathering of whole food mamas browsing through the bulk bins at the local health store discussing, politely but with a hint of superiority, their healthy eating practices and mantras. “Oh really? This flour has low gluten content?” One may ask. “Oh why yes, I […]

Here is a simple and versatile crust that, with minor adjustments, can be used to make: pastry, dessert pies, pot pies, and Quiche.

“So….You’re not Irish?” When my husband met me he thought I was Irish. It was an obvious assumption. The name Eryn literally translates as “Ireland”; and I was, at the time, spending a month in Northern Ireland. Technically we met online, that story is for another day, but the little he knew of me was […]