I've started baking bread again. Real bread, not a mix from a bag. Baking gluten-free bread can be challenging. It involves lots more ingredients than regular bread. Making accurate measurements with the assistance of a very young baker is frustrating all around. So, I gave it up for a while.

Like so many things in life and in parenting, timing is everything. Sometimes you need to let something go for a while. And then, one day, you get the chance to welcome it back in.

Part of my return to bread baking is due to Dylan's ever increasing abilities and independence. Part is due to the wonderful recently published: Gluten-free Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day. I think the first book in the series came out seven or eight years ago, right about the time I became so sick and had to give up gluten in order to recover my health. I am thrilled with the simplicity of the recipes. I can find five minutes to mix flour, five minutes to shape a loaf... And the bread is good.

Today I'm enjoying the end of a loaf topped with homemade carrot cardamom marmalade (from The Culinary Cyclist) and goat cheese. The combination of chewy, sweet, creamy and tangy is making me so very happy.

And so, we come to this intention. My days need more intention - all those mindless chores that fill the days of an at home parent...  My parenting needs more intention - too many times I drift away for a moment or two to myself, but fail to use those moments to nurture myself in a way that helps me recenter or readies me to refocus on my darling girl.  Making bread is kind of the ultimate intentional domestic task. It is a step.  The first of many along what I hope turns out to be both a familiar and a brand new path.


You only turn 3 once...

In her new farm-girl birthday outfit. (So much fun to sew!)

Pennants & animals!
Perfect day. Look at that sunshine!


3 & 36

Oh my, is she really three? The two people closest to my heart share a birthday. I can't spoil them enough. We had a party this weekend, which I'll share a bit about later, but today was a quiet day spent together. Music class, groceries, a picnic lunch, a long nap, some time spent playing in the kitchen, an al fresco dinner, and a cozy dessert - and all done together.  Perfect. Man, I love these two...


My, How I've Missed You!

I cannot believe how long it has been since we last visited in this space!  Shortly after my last post, we were presented with the opportunity to move from our sweet little one-bedroom apartment to an even sweeter two-bedroom house, in a lovely neighborhood, with a great yard.  The catch?  We only had two weeks to get ourselves organized & packed!  It was worth the hustle, and the months it took to get unpacked and settled.  Well, actually, there are still untouched boxes lurking in the basement.  So, something had to give, and it was my time here.

Since, Dylan has grown and grown - really, she is extremely tall for her age!   She has certainly kept me busy.  We love to play in the garden and kitchen, to make art and music and read.  She is my constant companion, Mama's little helper, Papa's girl.

We've been knitting, cooking, baking, digging in the garden & harvesting our first summer's crops.  We spent quite a lot of time being sick last winter.  We said good-bye to our beloved Holly, who quickly and quietly succumbed to cancer.

Hopefully, I'll get to pop in here on a somewhat regular basis.  I'll not set a schedule for myself, 'cause it is so discouraging when I can't adhere to one.  Maybe I'll be here weekly, maybe monthly - who knows?  But I hope you'll check-in, leave a comment, share some inspiration.



I eat oatmeal for breakfast most days, no matter the weather. Sometimes Dylan does, too. Sometimes she doesn't. (This day she had yogurt, blueberries, and toast with homemade marionberry jam) This oatmeal is topped with gingered rhubarb compote. Rhubarb season is blessedly long here. It is totally reasonable to start using rhubarb with the last apples at winter's end and still be using it when raspberries come on (which is happening now, but more on that later...)

The compote is about all I've managed to do with the rhubarb this year, though I did make the Buttermilk Lemon Rhubarb Bundt cake from this book back in April. I also made the Rhubarb Crumble from the same book, but next time I'll just wing it rather than follow their recipe. The bundt cake is one of my very faves, and I find gluten-free cake + bundt pan = happy fun times. Anyway, the compote is my own recipe, and I'll happily share with you. In addition to be tasty on oatmeal, I highly recommend it over vanilla ice cream. I will also mention quickly that if you put milk in your oatmeal, stir it in before you add the rhubarb, or the milk will curdle & you will be sad.

Rhubarb Compote

4-5 stalks of rhubarb, washed & chopped into 1-inch pieces
1 small palm full of candied/crystallized ginger, chopped pretty fine
1 scoop of sugar to taste, somewhere in the vicinity of 1 cup
Orange juice

Put the first three ingredients in a saucepan with enough oj to cover the bottom by about 1/4-1/2". Bring to a boil, then reduce heat & simmer 'til everything is soft, stirring periodically.

The other bit of brightness in my morning meal is my companion. These pictures are from the first of June. Looking at them I realize how much she's grown in a very short time.

Her antics make breakfast far more fun than it has ever been before! We take our time, look out the window at the world walking by, and enjoy each other's company. Is there a better way to start the day?



This beautiful photo of our sweet girl, looking quite imperious, was taken by my talented friend Eden. Eden posted it over on her blog yesterday, you should go check it out.

Eden is not only a lovely person, she is a woman of many gifts. And she shares those gifts. Eden was my prenatal yoga instructor. I looked forward to her class every week and have missed it dearly since Dylan's birth. Eden creates a warm and supportive environment for her mammas. She fosters a sense of community a belonging. She gives great advice on how to manage some of the less comfortable aspects of pregnancy. She is super encouraging about breast feeding, babywearing, cloth diapering, and sleep sharing. And she really helps to work out all of those kinks!!!

My yoga practice not only helped to keep me fit, but it really prepared me for labor & birth. I totally attribute my ability to maintain a sense of calm, balance, and strength through those long hours to my yoga practice & to the safe place within it helped me create.

After Dylan's arrival, several of the mammas from the class started a weekly group of our own. Meeting with those mammas & our sweet babies over the last year has been such a joy. The group has grown & grown & now we have so many new & wonderful friends.

Thank you, Eden, for the photo of Dylan & for sharing all of your gifts.


le tour

It must be time for the Tour de France, 'cause I have this song:

and this song:

stuck in my head.

We don't have tv anymore, don't get the paper, and I don't search out news online. It is blissful living in this little bubble. Anyway, not sure how I cottoned onto it being time for le Tour, but somehow it wormed it's way into my psyche and now I'm singing these songs...

Hope to have a couple more posts for you soon - maybe one with some of the family photos we had taken yesterday. Dylan was wearing a momma-made dress that turned out almost as cute as my little one is herself.