Simple lunch but good- lentils, egg, pickled onion, lettuce, and a little plop of @empiremayo + Dijon

Simple lunch but good- lentils, egg, pickled onion, lettuce, and a little plop of @empiremayo + Dijon

Leftovers—penne with roasted broccoli, lentils, & a snowstorm of Parmesan and black pepper—elevated with egg

Leftovers—penne with roasted broccoli, lentils, & a snowstorm of Parmesan and black pepper—elevated with egg

Such irregular eating lately- can’t tell if this was lunch or dinner. Millet rice with kale, watermelon radishes, feta, cashews, and a drizzle of my friend Alex’s black olive oil

Such irregular eating lately- can’t tell if this was lunch or dinner. Millet rice with kale, watermelon radishes, feta, cashews, and a drizzle of my friend Alex’s black olive oil

hmwebseries:

New episode. Here.

I never liked pancakes growing up. They always had a metallic taste that bothered me—bitter, pasty, and lingering, more likely an attribute of my grandpa’s beloved Bisquick mix than of pancakes in general. And maple syrup was never my thing. As much as I like sugar and sweets, maple syrup—well, Mrs. Butterworth’s—held too little mystery. Why, I wondered, would you take a pancake, itself so fragile and sometimes gummy, and drench it with a wet sweetener? Once cut up with a knife and fork, this seeping, mulched up mess looked like the crap we scraped into the disposal when it came time to do dishes, not like a breakfast treat we were supposed to be excited to eat.

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Oatmeal bowl with kale confetti (new favorite thing) and egg

Oatmeal bowl with kale confetti (new favorite thing) and egg

humansofnewyork:

"I’m a dancer.""Let’s see a dance move.""Not right now.""You’re not a dancer."

humansofnewyork:

"I’m a dancer."
"Let’s see a dance move."
"Not right now."
"You’re not a dancer."

I guess it’s that time of year.

Ever since this, I’d been meaning to spend a lot more time with Kim Burrell.

(Source: Spotify)

emilygould:

Got home around 9:45 after a very Mondayish Tuesday and had this conversation with myself: “Get into the Feast by Lukas spirit. Come on. Do it.” 
Weeknight cooking: a balm for the soul!

After my three-day-long Monday of a Tuesday, I said, Fuck it. We’re going to Franny’s.* You win some, you lose some. Here, Emily won. 
*where the first credit card I tried to use was declined.

emilygould:

Got home around 9:45 after a very Mondayish Tuesday and had this conversation with myself: “Get into the Feast by Lukas spirit. Come on. Do it.” 

Weeknight cooking: a balm for the soul!

After my three-day-long Monday of a Tuesday, I said, Fuck it. We’re going to Franny’s.* You win some, you lose some. Here, Emily won. 

*where the first credit card I tried to use was declined.