An exploration in slow living and delicious eating
Camping with kids – I guess I had romantic expectations. S’mores over campfire flames, berry picking in the sun, learning to set up a tent and cuddling in the sheets. But I suppose that’s kind of motherhood in a nutshell – a romantic expectation with lots of poopie diapers and screaming matches. My childhood was filled
A Vashon Fourth. A celebration of our nation’s birthday on the most beautiful island in the Pacific Northwest. I have always loved entertaining. There’s something really great about throwing a festive and fun party. I don’t know if it’s creating the menu on Pinterest, decorating the house, or finding the perfect dessert to make that
I have a love for all things edible. Cake? Check. Carrots? Check. Cheetos? Guilty check. Seriously… if it’s edible, I probably love it. And if I haven’t had it, I’ll try it. I was raised in a loud Italian family. Our Sicilian heritage is most evident in our love for food and our inability to