Breakfast

whatever you worship

This weekend there was a wide green lawn with dozens and dozens of small children, delighting in finding the plastic pastel-colored eggs hidden in the grass. There was a buffet lunch with the family on…

on what matters

I don’t know much. It’s good to be reminded of that, often. This weekend, we stayed away from the computers and the phones. We sat together with new friends, the two of them on our couch, the…

Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi!

“Say MAP!” Anyone who has a small child in the United States probably recognizes that line. And you probably started wincing, just hearing the sound of it in your head. I hate Dora. Yes, I know. Hate…

gluten-free buckwheat crepes

Sometimes, when life feels complicated, it helps to go back to the simple things.   Sunlight on a wooden floor. Dancing to Aretha Franklin, then stopping to belt it out with her. Talking late into the…

a big pot of beans

The wind is shimmying through the trees outside, green waving against grey. Danny insists we turn on the heater in the mornings, then Lu takes off her socks to put her feet near the fire.…

gluten-free breakfast

“What you making, Mama?” she asked me as she stood next to me at the counter. “Scrambled eggs, love. And mushrooms.” “Mmmm. That’s delicious!” she said. Add some warm quinoa, a touch of goat cheese, and some of…

gluten-free scones

I’ve eaten a lot of bad scones. And I don’t mean gluten-free scones, although I haven’t had much success with them before this week. I mean regular gluten scones, the ones I ate before six…

homemade walnut butter

I made walnut butter for the first time. It won’t be the last. Growing up, the only nut butter I ever ate was peanut butter. In fact, I didn’t know there was such a thing as…

gluten-free crepes

A couple of weeks ago, we had our friends Tita and John over for breakfast. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence. These are two of our favorite people in the world. However, it was Tita’s birthday…