Have you missed me? So much has changed that scrolling through the previous 10 entries conjures memories from a previous life. But that’s not to say things aren’t good. They are. Beautiful, awe-inducing, emotional, complicated, challenging, and precious.
My little Oklavore just turned 1 and it’s been about a year since I posted. Coincidence? I think not.
Continued silence around here is likely, but I am hoping to get back to documenting our adventures with local food and other food-related interests. Our baby brings more joy and meaning to all aspects of our life, including (and especially?) food.
July 4th in Prospect Park
We made a big batch of avocado popsicles
We learned how to kill and clean chickens. It was one of our first dates.
Delicious lunch at True Food Cafe in Denver
Cooking his homemade bacon on our camping trip
Brian with his baby fig tree
That time we made ricotta
Shenanigans and ice cream on our way up Mt. Scott
His sketches of our charcuterie plans
We attempted to make wine with grapes from the backyard
All kinds of homemade pizza in our past and future
Making fresh salsa
Meet Brian. Today is his birthday!
This man has been part of, if not responsible for, many delicious meals and food adventures since we met two years ago at an Asian-themed dinner party in my friend Marcy’s serene backyard
. He was a guest; I was wearing a yukata and ensuring everyone’s enjoyment, namely by refilling sake cups. It was an easy (and serendipitous) gig. I overheard him speaking emphatically about ginger and pork and my ears perked up. He’s held my rapt attention ever since.