I started making any number of rice salads simply because Oliver likes eating rice, and it’s easy to make a big batch and pick at it all day long. I also recently decided our family was going to steer clear of plain white rice, so I started looking for ways to dress up brown rice, hoping Oliver wouldn’t notice. Of course he did, but he’s coming around. My true ulterior motive here is to make packing Oliver’s summer camp lunch easier. It turns out just about everything we eat is either a choking hazard or an allergen. (You’d love the notes Oliver comes home with, “grapes are not allowed as they are a choking hazard, also no popcorn. Also, you are a dimwit”)
One of the first things I learned upon moving to Atlanta, is that peaches, despite being the namesake of the state, and gracing every third street sign in some way or another, seem to grow better in South Carolina. They grow more of them, export more of them, and some people say they are better tasting. In that light the constant chatter of peaches and peachtrees around here strikes of slight insecurity. Somehow I think that make us a better fit than I give this place credit for.Read More
Its been an odd couple of days here, unseasonably cool, and rainy, and dare I say pleasant. Although most things remain in a constant flux, there’s at least one constant- I don’t know that I’ll ever come to enjoy the heat. So when the first of June brought a cool front with it, I instantly felt a little less surly. Of course, the moment I found myself sans sweat, I logically decided the best thing to do was to jump head first into a bowl of soup, and savor every bite.Read More
On the morning I brought myself to make these beauties, D had woken me early to say good-bye before being whisked away to a tropical beach to shoot a concert. Rough, right? Soon after that, the kid would rise and demand his usual yogurt and banana, and the contrast of that to palm trees and a swank hotel was just a bit too much to handle. To distract me from the jealousy that was no doubt eating away at me, I busied myself with a little project; a blueberry pancake project.