Easy, Creamy Scrambled Eggs Deserve Respect
A slow Sunday breakfast, a warm pan, and eggs cooked with attention. Why scrambled eggs reward patience more than precision.
A slow Sunday breakfast, a warm pan, and eggs cooked with attention. Why scrambled eggs reward patience more than precision.
A rice-forward Hoppin’ John built for New Year’s Day—patiently cooked, gently finished, and meant to be shared with people you want to carry into the year with you.
Why do we film life instead of living it? A New Year’s reflection on presence, phones, and letting moments be enough.
A quiet winter reflection on progress, family, and hope—written at the turn of the year.
This egg nog was my son’s entry ticket to the adults’ table—earned not by age, but by cooking something real and watching people enjoy it.
After a rich holiday meal, this simple citrus and pomegranate salad is the reset. Bright, crisp, and composed, it’s the perfect way to end a heavy dinner without skipping the comfort.
A true all-day Christmas tradition—slow-simmered sauce, tender meatballs, and a lasagna we only make for the biggest days.
Creamy Anson Mills polenta topped with slow-simmered beans, tomatoes, and pancetta—finished with a splash of red wine vinegar that brings the whole dish into balance. Simple, humble, and deeply satisfying.
A slice of bologna, oddball sodas, and a quiet Sunday ritual with my dad—remembering a small-town deli where abundance meant feeling seen.
A December walk through snowy woods leads to thoughts on parenting, time passing, and how connection changes as children grow.
A forgotten basement became the most meaningful room in my home — a quiet sanctuary built for music, learning, and slowing down. Inspired by my dad’s garage and Philippe Dufour’s morning ritual, this space reminded me that sanctuary isn’t a destination. It’s intention, light, warmth, and one small corner you claim for yourself.
A year of small, steady habits transformed my strength at 50. From rowing to barbell training, here’s how I became stronger than I was in my 40s.