If you’ve been around these parts for the past few months, you’re aware of the siege (AKA the kitchen remodel). It’s actually going just fine, we just call it that because of the extreme feelings of displacement from not having access to the heart of […]
So it’s the day after Thanksgiving, and the refrigerator is full of food that made you too full yesterday. What to do???
Fierro Argentine Grill is a very casual, very chill outdoor eatery, but the service is 4-star. So is the food. And the relaxed outdoor seating and ambiance is a plus, making you feel like everything is ok and you could sit there all afternoon and just enjoy life.
Homemade food, lovingly prepared, delivers far more than just taste and sustenance. It carries with it the intent of the cook, the connection between the cook and the eaters, the history of the recipes and legacy of how they’ve been enjoyed by others in the past, the impact it has in the moment it is enjoyed, and the promise of a story, like this one.
…this kitchen is the heart of our home… it’s where we put family history and love on a plate… and share stories and make new memories together…
Glover Gardens was bestowed the gift of a grandchild earlier this year. We’re calling him GK#1 here in the blog, perhaps to be followed by GK#2, GK#3, etc.
Sometimes, people die because they feel “less than”; they die because they think they’re alone. They think they’re the only ones crying in the night, because they’re crying alone and don’t feel safe enough to talk about it. We. Have. To Talk. About. It.
Smart children prove the concept of knowledge transfer on the 5-minute appetizer formula.
This is a story about how a gift of homemade jelly made its way into an appetizer, and a formula / template recipe for throwing together a 5-minute appetizer.
Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?
These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.
A tiny bar below the stairs has been the source of fun but has also put the messy pantry on display.
Today, on Labor Day, I’m thinking of the many people I know who are laboring or heavy-laden, and I pray for them to find respite, peace, healing, comfort and support.
I had a little fun after the first day of demo on Thursday. Join me in the kitchen as we say a last goodbye.
I won’t miss the pink tile or the tight spaces, but I wouldn’t trade the memories we’ve made here in this galley kitchen for anything.