Showing posts with label breakfast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breakfast. Show all posts

Nov 24, 2013

11.19.13

i hesitate to even call this a recipe because it's so simple.  in a skillet, over medium high heat:

-saute kale with a dash of salt, pepper and garlic powder
-add a glass of water 
-stir till it's been cooked off and absorbed, leaving the kale nice and moist and soft
- stir in a hand-full of pre-cooked quinoa and push the mixture to the side. drop the heat to low.
- crack an egg in the pan.
- when the whites have just cooked and yoke is still runny mix everything together.
- eat!

this is really fun to cook.  enjoy.

Nov 18, 2013

11.13.13

given my feelings about the numbers 13 and 31 it shouldn't really be surprising that many of my dearest friends are born on these dates.  today is an especially good day, not only because it's shay's birthday but life has brought me a new hilarious, amazing, scorpio, besty also born on this day.
happy birthday shay!  my deepest root.
happy birthday lauren!  my new main squeeze.  
i love you both so much and i'm so happy about you being born. xxxx  i hope i get to see you guys soon.  in nyc and australia.  respectively : )

Jul 17, 2013

7.10.13

the moment the butter starts melting on the toast.

May 1, 2013

5.1.13

 "...an important part of my packing includes leaving out.  in an effort to maintain the lightness of gypsy life i leave things everywhere i go; sweaters in hotel drawers, eyeshadows in gas station bathrooms, paper cranes in taxi's.
   now i am leaving an entire summer wardrobe as i prepare to exchange, momentarily, my home in the heat for the may snow of the rockies.  i'm returning to colorado with impressions of this brief beach adventure imprinted on the backs of my eyelids.  when i close my eyes i see cliffs of plumeria trees; blossoms blowing in the setting sun, howler monkeys above me, agates in the surf, my pink toenails peaking out through sandy feet, mangoes smashed all over the dry earth, the slick stillness in the shady end of the pool, the quiet triumph in a well made meal, the glow of campfires and setting suns and full moons.

   and i carry something with me that i never want to leave behind.  inspiration.  i found it here again somehow, washed up on the shore...."

Feb 9, 2013

1.31.13

every morning we sit at the same table, with the same group and everyone goes around and checks in - just saying what's on their mind.  it is an amazing relief and some funny, sad, and profound moments have occurred around our table. i feel so lucky to know all of them and i have come to look forward to breakfast even more thanks to these lovely ladies.  katie, anita, kelsey, stephanie and erica (not pictured) i love you all!