Blackberry Farm

August 05, 2016 by Sarah in Muffins, Bars, Breakfast

Every year, Tygh and I watch the coming and going of blackberry season here in Seattle with a little bit of awe. Nearly everywhere you look - along freeways, backyards, park perimeters, shopping malls - there are these indigenous blackberry plants which, for a weeks every summer, offer up the most amazing, sweet, juicy blackberries. And every year, while looking at $8 containers of the hard black nuggets you often find at the grocery, Tygh and I say how we are going to go pick those goddam things and, like, eat em all.

One is the Easiest Number

June 15, 2015 by Libby in Breakfast, Muffins

Ma chere amie,

Let me start this letter by stating up front that I love my children. More than anything. They mean the world to me. I’d go to the ends of the earth and back for them. But as you know, two children are a lot of work....

Pain Maman

May 12, 2014 by Sarah in Muffins, Breakfast, Snack, Egg-free

Please be honest. Because much of my confidence as a parent is riding on this. What does Dash eat? Like, on any given day? Is it, like, the same 10 foods?

Because, try as I might – with exposure (we try to eat all manner of things in any given week – from vindaloo to cheesy grits), involvement (I’ve been known to bake multiple batches of cookies in one day just to get June in the kitchen measuring and “enjoying” the art of cooking), gentle “one-bite-of-everything-on-your-plate-regardless-of-whether-or-not-it-makes-you-gag” rules, and, embarrassingly, the old “no-dessert-until-you-try-whatever-it-is-I-have-made-goddamn-it” ultimatum – the kid always ends up eating the same damn things.