indulge yourself: biscuits and gravy

this is not a healthy recipe. let me repeat, run quickly away from me this morning if you're seeking fiber, antioxidants, or anything to do with the acai berry.

run. but stay if you like butter. take your boots off if you like sausage. stretch out on the couch if you like breakfast sandwiches and make yourself part of the family if you like to pour gravy all over it.

so these biscuits are simple:


take a roll of hot pork sausage. slice it into thin circular pies. add salt and pepper.


melt a little oil in a pan. throw the patties in the pan. cook until brown.


while browning meat take a roll of biscuits (grands, pillsbury) and put them in the oven. drizzle honey on the top of them before cooking. don't judge yourself too harshly for using store bought biscuits. let's face it they're damn good.

put patties away to cool a bit. use the meat residue and oil left in the pan. keep it on medium heat and add pepper, salt, and two tablespoons of flour. after about a minute the consistency should be thick. add a splash of milk and keep stirring until the gravy darkens in color.


take the biscuits, the sausage, and the gravy and do what you must with the delicious mess.




inspirationphotocredit: {reedrummond}

san francisco

this past weekend i hopped on a jet plane, well two actually, and traveled to the magical city of san francisco. highlights included:



sharing a meaningful place with mister p who incidentally will be quite peeved when reading that i am calling him mister p.



having tea with two of my best friends at lovejoys, loveliest tea room in the city.





taking in the beauty of china town



basking in the bay.



being part of my friends' wedding day. it took place in a redwood grove. how fitting to give vows in a space with such history, life, and lasting power.

it was an amazing trip.



i flew home full up on love of city, friends, and life.

le sigh

this weekend i put on my traveling shoes and went on vacation. last night i flew back into denver. i was in one of my favorite cities in the world visiting some of my favorite people in the world with my guy. i was a little worried that i would not want to come back. i miss the light of this city and its architecture. i miss its people and my people contained within its borders.

it was a pleasant surprise to find myself only a bit teary flying home thinking "well that was lovely, but i'm happy to going home." it's amazing when you wake up one day and realize that you have developed a new home and there is space enough in your heart and mind to hold both new and old.

le sigh. now i will nap and attempt to sort through my once organized clothing drawers. more to come on vacation photos soon!

the problem with hipster babies

today i am appreciating hipster babies. these minuscule representations of their parents are pretty darn adorable eating their ice cream cones and playing with their hand carved toys.

i do wonder though, how will these children ever surpass the stylishness of their toddler existence? is it possible? upon hitting puberty will this yippie generation reject the urban boho vibe of their parents? will they instead opt for studded jean jackets, oversized t-shirts with wildlife prints, and tommy bahama shorts?

will they frequent walmart instead of the local thrift shop? are the hipsters breeding a generation of children that will in their teenage years turn the tables and embrace the corporate, the tacky, or even worse valley girl chic?

i guess we'll have to see. for now at least, they are adorable in their bamboo fabric shirts and skinny jeans with badonkadonk design spacious enough for their earth baby compostable diapers.

oh hipster babies. you've won me over.

photocredit: {kittysanchez}

dock of the bay

tonight i cannot sleep. i'm excited about my journey. sometimes when i can't sleep i think about fallen leaf lake in south lake tahoe california.

isn't it lovely?

simplicity, embrace me

hello all,

i write from my kitchen table as the sound of rain pitter patters the deck. we are in the midst of a magnificent and much appreciated summer thunder storm.

i've been thinking a lot about simplicity recently. how hard is it be just live a simple life? i think ideally it would be easy.

clear the physical, mental, and emotional clutter. grow, appreciate, sustain, learn, and love. i'm going to try and live more simply. not that i lead an extravagant life by any means, but i would like to intentionally spend more time just being still and doing simple projects.

for example, i am enamored of this butter churner. how nice to make your own butter. better yet how amazing would it be to milk the cows contributing to this thick delicious spread. i recognize it's a utopian fantasy and that the minute i actually had to churn butter i would grow weary of it and head down to safeway. the churner would probably turn into a vase or some receptacle for lentils. ah fantasies. i am much enamored of milk maids.

do any of you struggle to live simply?

fondly,

your very own aspiring dairy queen

a thought

some poemish passages, much like "Footprints", are overplayed. i recognize the below passage lives in cliche land, but i can't help how much i like it. the words and the sentiment ground me.

God, grant us the...
Serenity to accept things we cannot change,
Courage to change the things we can, and the
Wisdom to know the difference
Patience for the things that take time
Appreciation for all that we have, and
Tolerance for those with different struggles
Freedom to live beyond the limitations of our past ways, the
Ability to feel your love for us and our love for each other and the
Strength to get up and try again even when we feel it is hopeless.
-Reinhold Niebuhr


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