I love winter for its silence. I have this need to regenerate, so I hibernate. Partly due to exhaustion, but mostly because of darkness. I feel a lack of words lately and I mostly show the world around me through images. So I leave you with them. The images of snow and these brown-butter, spiced-pumpkin ...
Last weekend, Chelsea Fuss stopped by the studio to teach a floral design workshop. It was the last in-person class that Chelsea will be teaching for a while before she embarks on an European adventure. It was also the perfect opportunity to bake with the rose extract and petals that I had been saving for ...
I came back from Seattle with a box full of strawberries. I am known to carry all kinds of fruit and produce through security checkpoints - as f they were the most expensive glass in the world. From what I was told, it was about a week too early for the ripest strawberries in Seattle. On ...
Many of you have been inquiring about the apple and carrot muffins I mentioned in a post a few weeks ago. Some of you curious and impatient. Perhaps you were imagining how your kitchen will smell while they are baking? I don't blame you. I know I am driven by smells.It has been very busy ...
Figs have a very sentimental meaning for me. My grandparents' farm had an enormous fig tree right by their door step that only gave fruit for a very short time every year, but it was a time we anxiously waited for. For that short time, which lasted about a month, we had more figs than ...