It’s 3 pm on a Wednesday. I’ve finally showered. I lit a candle and I burned sage. I walked to the mailbox and to the new bakery in town and cried with a new friend and ate the quiche she made. I’ve also received tone-deaf PR emails with titles like “Politics suck. This ladle doesn’t.” and resisted the urge to respond with vitriol.

This is not a blog about politics, but today, it has to be. I’m too distraught about the election results to tell you about a great new recipe. And as much as I want to tell you, “Let’s all just have a potluck and work it out,” I’m not there yet. I’m saddened, angry, and frankly fearful that about half of voters chose fear, protectionism, and yes, sometimes racism and sexism, over progress, openness, and equality.

So I’m going to take the advice of an eloquent friend: “Feel your feelings. Anger is a worthy emotion. Just don’t let it metastasize into hate because then you become what you’re angry at.”

And with that, I will leave you with a list of reads, etc. that gave me all the feels today.

  • Grace Bonney, thank you for these words. They resonated so much, because I, too, left the liberal bubble and am trying hard to see other perspectives with openness.
  • Elizabeth Gilbert, I DO want to choose these values. I will re-read this post every time I feel despondent.
  • Lela Barker is a fierce and amazing mentor of mine for Stewart & Claire. This story had me ugly crying.
  • And finally, Hillary Clinton’s concession speech: “And to all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful, and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.”

** The illustration above is on a tote bag I have from Jon Wye. It felt apt today.

Sarah Kieffer's Maple-Cinnamon Granola

Sugar is bad. Too many carbs are bad. A diet of mostly vegetables is best. Blah, blah, blah. I know, to some extent, this is all true, and yet, and yet, baking something and sharing it with people just feels so right, don’t you think? In her lovely new book, The Vanilla Bean Baking Book, Sarah Kieffer takes this idea even further: “There is something deeper, something soul-full that happens when we slice the cake, when we break the bread. There is taste and smell that draws out memories, binding us to those present, those past.” Yes. continue reading

Diana Henry's Harrisa Roast Carrots with Dill

You get to a point in your life when you realize someday is now. That’s what happened to me with photography. You see, like most thirteen year-old-girls, I was obsessed with taking pictures. My dad is a photojournalist turned photo operations manager, so in the early ’90s, I permanently borrowed his old Canon camera body and lenses and blew through several dozen rolls of film (film!) taking terrible, blurry, grainy still lifes. I read every book in the house about photography and was convinced that the forthcoming digital revolution would ruin the art. (Ha!)

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No-So-Molten Chocolate Cakes

You’ve probably heard the lore before: Legendary chef Jeans-Georges Vongerichten pulls a tray of chocolate sponge cakes from the oven too early, considers it a happy accident, and molten chocolate cakes (aka lava cakes) go on to become THE dessert of the ’90s. Lucky Peach did a more thorough exploration of the cakes’ history, which includes the fact that chocolate cakes with liquid centers can be traced back further to the runner-up of the 1966 Pillsbury Bake-Off, who created the Tunnel of Fudge.

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