I’m just going to start with this apology, rather than end with it, (so you know what you’re getting into and can just skip to the recipe link at the bottom of the page if you want): I’m sorry, but my eldest son turned five, and I melted into this puddle of sad, emotional mush. […]
The Shared Plate
I am a low-key Francophile. I chose French to learn in high school because I loved croissants. Don’t get me wrong, I also looooove burritos, but I was feeling angsty and emotional and croissants just seemed more complex and romantic than burritos. (Side note: I’ve grown since then and now I can get very romantic […]
The Shared Banana Bread — The Shared Plate
The rain gods have blessed us with water falling from the sky, but with it comes the damp coldness and gray. The kids were bouncing around the house aimlessly, so I knew we needed to get our wits about us and come up with a rainy day project. Behold the four darkly spotted bananas sitting […]
The Shared Plate
I’m just going to start with this apology, rather than end with it, (so you know what you’re getting into and can just skip to the recipe link at the bottom of the page if you want): I’m sorry, but my eldest son turned five, and I melted into this puddle of sad, emotional mush. […]
The Shared Plate
I have always been intimidated by baking. I find that I have the hardest time with measuring and weighing exact amounts, as I’m more of a heaping-scant-dash kind of cook. I also have severe time and personal management skills, which means I start things at the most inopportune time and/or completely forget that I was […]
The Shared Plate
I am a low-key Francophile. I chose French to learn in high school because I loved croissants. Don’t get me wrong, I also looooove burritos, but I was feeling angsty and emotional and croissants just seemed more complex and romantic than burritos. (Side note: I’ve grown since then and now I can get very romantic […]
The Shared Plate
I’m just going to start with this apology, rather than end with it, (so you know what you’re getting into and can just skip to the recipe link at the bottom of the page if you want): I’m sorry, but my eldest son turned five, and I melted into this puddle of sad, emotional mush. […]
The Shared Plate
As a young woman in my teens and early twenties, I felt invincible – my precocious mind and impertinent tongue kept my fragile ego safe from others. Deflection was a badge of honor, and I was proud of my acerbic wit – it caught people off guard and made them laugh, all while teetering on […]
The Shared Packed Lunch — The Shared Plate
Today was Olivia’s first day of Junior Kindergarten at her beloved cooperative preschool. She has attended for two years as a preschooler and is now advancing to the next class that prepares her for kindergarten. Since her first preschool year, she would constantly ask when it would be her turn to be with the big […]
The Shared Plate
Everyone has this moment. I open up the fridge, and all I have are leftovers that I don’t particularly want to eat. And so I pull them all out and look at them: roasted butternut squash, spinach, and mushrooms, (the accompanying roasted chicken finished off during the last meal). I poke a piece of butternut […]
The Shared Plate
The rain gods have blessed us with water falling from the sky, but with it comes the damp coldness and gray. The kids were bouncing around the house aimlessly, so I knew we needed to get our wits about us and come up with a rainy day project. Behold the four darkly spotted bananas sitting […]
The Shared Plate
The rain gods have blessed us with water falling from the sky, but with it comes the damp coldness and gray. The kids were bouncing around the house aimlessly, so I knew we needed to get our wits about us and come up with a rainy day project. Behold the four darkly spotted bananas sitting […]
The Shared Plate
Everyone has this moment. I open up the fridge, and all I have are leftovers that I don’t particularly want to eat. And so I pull them all out and look at them: roasted butternut squash, spinach, and mushrooms, (the accompanying roasted chicken finished off during the last meal). I poke a piece of butternut […]
The Shared Bakealong — The Shared Plate
I have always been intimidated by baking. I find that I have the hardest time with measuring and weighing exact amounts, as I’m more of a heaping-scant-dash kind of cook. I also have severe time and personal management skills, which means I start things at the most inopportune time and/or completely forget that I was […]



