Lately, Iāve been missing the bakery. Not in a āletās reopen tomorrowā kind of way. Not in a regret-filled, spiral-down-the-rabbit-hole way. Just in a quiet, nostalgic, flour-dusted kind of way. I miss the creating. I miss walking into a kitchen before sunrise and knowing that by noon, there would be something beautiful sitting in a …
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First of all, if I am at home on Valentineās Day, I am not acting normal about it. Absolutely not. You think Iām going to let Valentineās just quietly pass by like itās a regular day? Please. If there is even the faintest excuse for pink, red, chocolate, candles, glitter, and fully committed joyful behaviorā¦Iām …
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The other day I put my phone in the refrigerator. Not in a dramatic, organized way. Justā¦ spiritually. I opened the fridge. I had my phone in my hand. And the next thing I knew, it was beside the butter like it paid rent there. If that isnāt middle-aged exhaustion with a splash of hormone …
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Big pot. Low effort. High reward. The kind that feeds everybody, smells amazing, and makes the whole house feel like itās about to be a good night. Itās Super Bowl week, itās been unusually cold here in Florida (which feels rude, honestly), and life has been moving fast. People are hungryā¦yesā¦but not just for food. …
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I have a habit of romanticizing the smallest things. And before you say itā¦yes, I know. That sounds like something a woman with a favorite mug and opinions about throw pillows would say. But hear me out. Iām talking about the quiet kitchen before anyone else wakes up. The way the sunlight sneaks in like …
from the Flour Blossom Kitchen There are certain dinners that donāt need a rebrand. They donāt want a twist.They donāt care about trends. They just want a hot skillet, a little patience, and someone who knows when to leave well enough alone. These skillet pork chops are exactly that kind of supper. A Note from …
Iāve been trying to give my mornings a softer start lately. Nothing dramatic. Just small things like coffee before conversation, quiet before noise, light before screens. I want my mornings to feel gentle, like Iām easing into the day instead of bracing for it. The funny thing isā¦my thoughts donāt always cooperate. The house can …
from the Flour Blossom Kitchen There are nights when I love cooking ā¦the slow kind, the thoughtful kind, the kind that uses every bowl I own. And then there are nights when I am tired, the sink is already full, and I need dinner to cooperate. This is the meal I make on those nights. …
I miss blogging. Not in a dramatic way. Not in an āI failedā way. Just in the quiet, nagging sense that something I love has been sitting untouched for too long. I didnāt mean to stop. I tell myself that every time I think about it. Like it was a temporary pause, a breather, a …
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There was a time when a new year meant I was about to become a brand-new woman. You know the type. Early riser. Green juice drinker. Emotionally regulated. Someone who definitely did not cry in the car over absolutely nothing. That woman has never shown up. Not once. So this year, Iām not asking her …
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Honey without Flowers 