Ari. 22. I love babies and things that are white,
yellow dresses and kissing my mister's face.

This is a story about how I found my way.

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This lady’s lovely blog has me swooning.  Her photos aren’t just lovely. They are still-lifes. Her recipes are simple and seem delicious.  But most of all, the pages of her blog leave me feeling awfully nostalgic. Her pictures show her kitchen wares. The kind that my mother will pass down to me. The kind that her mother passed down to her. Few, but well loved, pans. Cheesecloths and simple linens. These are part of the reason why I enjoy cooking. Though I do enjoy the taste of good food, it is really the movement of my mother’s hands that I hope to replicate, the appearance of a well made crust clinging to the tarnished pie pan, and the sound of the flour sifter. The memories and love are baked in. 

This lady’s lovely blog has me swooning. 

Her photos aren’t just lovely. They are still-lifes.

Her recipes are simple and seem delicious. 

But most of all, the pages of her blog leave me feeling awfully nostalgic. Her pictures show her kitchen wares. The kind that my mother will pass down to me. The kind that her mother passed down to her. Few, but well loved, pans. Cheesecloths and simple linens. These are part of the reason why I enjoy cooking. Though I do enjoy the taste of good food, it is really the movement of my mother’s hands that I hope to replicate, the appearance of a well made crust clinging to the tarnished pie pan, and the sound of the flour sifter. The memories and love are baked in. 

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2 months ago on December 23, 2011 at 11:04pm
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  1. aubreyrenee said: Her’s is my favorite, as well.
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