The Oak Park Farmers’ Market

Not quite a year ago, I almost moved to Oak Park. And now, even though I think it was the right decision not to go, every now and then, I think of what it might have been like to live…

Speechless

Well, I don’t really know what to say. This is one of the posts where, because the photos are so pretty and the cookies taste so good, I almost feel powerless to complement them. I made them Saturday, as in…

On Bedtime Snacks

When I was little, spending the night at my grandma’s, I used to hate to go to bed. (As I sit here typing this, it’s hard to remember what that felt like.) Grandma, the crafty woman that she was, had…

Takeout Worth Trying

Within the first few hours I spent in Athens, I got some chicken souvlaki from a fast-food stand—was it called Pita Pan?—for a few dollars, and, maybe it was the jet lag or the excitement, but that pita was the…

When in Wisconsin

After visiting my friends, as a last-minute necessity, I ended up meeting my parents at their cabin in Wisconsin late Tuesday night before heading home the next morning. This, conveniently, gave me just enough time to remember all the things…

Home, again.

So. Three nights away from home and many memories from Sunday, I am back. The past few days have been a blur of reunion and resting, mixed with the life of a one-month-old baby (sleep, cry, eat; sleep, cry, eat)…