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Kitchen Captivated

I think I’ve professed my love for cooking and eating enough times on this blog that you all know that I like to…well…cook and eat. All that cooking and eating opened a fun little door and I’m now writing a regular column for a local magazine in my hometown. It’s small potatoes for sure, but it’s a fun project for me that I’m really excited about.

My first column was published a couple of weeks ago and I wrote about my newish obsession with grilling pizza. Seriously, it’s the best.

So, if you have a minute, check out my column here and the next time you’re in the mood for pizza, try this recipe:


Pizza Dough

  • 1 cup warm water
  • 1 ½ tablespoons honey
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 ½ teaspoons salt
  • 2 2/3 cup bread flour
  • ½ cup whole wheat pastry flour (can be swapped for bread flour)
  • 2 teaspoons dry active yeast (or one packet of yeast)

Combine flour and salt in a small bowl. In a separate bowl, dissolve yeast in water. Let stand for a few minutes while the yeast activates. The yeast is ready when it gets frothy and bubbly. Add dry ingredients, oil and honey. Stir the dough until ingredients combine, then knead on lightly floured board until smooth and elastic (about 8-10 minutes). Form the dough into a ball and place in a greased bowl. Cover the bowl and let rise until doubled in size (about an hour).  Divide the dough in half and using a rolling-pin, form the dough into two 12-inch circles.

My most favorite toppings are simply garden tomatoes, fresh basil, a little garlic and mozzarella. Nothing beats that combination and on the grill, the tomatoes soften and roast perfectly.

To cook your pizza, heat your barbecue to 500 degrees. Use a pizza stone or pizza pan to cook your pizza. You can use a cookie sheet, but it doesn’t work as well. You can also cook your pizza directly on the grill. Simply place your rolled-out dough directly on the grill, cook on one side for about 2 to 3 minutes, flip, add your toppings and finish cooking for an additional 5 to 8 minutes. Most pizzas will cook on the grill in about 10 minutes.

When your pizza comes off the grill, top with freshly chopped basil (doesn’t matter what kind of pizza you’re making, the basil will up its wow factor by 100 percent). Every spring, I buy a couple of basil plants at the grocery store and plant them in a pot on my back patio. All summer long, I’ve got lots of basil on hand for pizza, salads, pesto or whatever I’m making.

I’m a little bit in shock that August is just a few days away. It doesn’t seem possible July has come and gone so quickly. I think a few more pizzas on the grill are in order.


I don’t think I’ve ever watched an entire episode of Fear Factor (remember that show…wait is it still on?). Even Grey’s Anatomy can be a little gross for me. I don’t mind blood, as long as it’s a run of the mill scrape or bruise. Don’t get me started on broken bones, weird rashes and hacking coughs. Oh, and I really hate puke. Like, really hate it.

This does not bode well for motherhood.

I probably should have thought that through a little more before having three kids in rapid fire succession.

Luke woke up a little pale and slow-moving on Sunday. We pushed ahead with getting ready for church until we saw his waffles again. My darling, fearless, completely NOT-squeemish husband took one for the team on that one.

Lu layed around like a limp noodle the rest of the day and then seemed fine. Until today, when the other half of his digestive tract decided to rebel.

In a decidedly violent and surprising way. On the carpet.

Oh parenthood. You humble little devil.

Enter super hot, super helpful, completely wonderful, calm, amazing, (did I mention handsome?) husband who shampoos the carpet. Oh yes he did.


And I know I’m a ridiculous cliché right now. But I don’t care.

He and all his barf-catching, rug-cleaning glory are mine all mine.

Get it Together

Life feels a little blurry around the edges, a little like how the sky looks today, hazy with a few clouds and gray-blue sky peeking through. It might be the lack of sleep, it might be winter, its everything and nothing all at the same time.

Just when I think I’m finding my footing with three kids something tiny like a 5:30am start to the day knocks everything out of equilibrium and all a sudden I’m laying on the couch eating pilfered m&m’s from the potty-treat jar wondering how everything got so terrible.


Oh motherhood. No humblebrags in this corner, just lots and lots of humble pie.

Jack is officially dropping his nap. Which at almost 4.5 is probably a good thing (for him). Always my early riser, I had hoped he would sleep a little later, but it doesn’t seem to affect him in the least. I force a little quiet time on him in the afternoon, but gone are the days of quiet afternoons.

Luke is almost potty-trained. Until today when he peed his pants out in the yard and then dropped a turd on the patio. I rushed him to the bathroom and then went to clean up the mess when I discovered Rem took care of that for me. So gross. On so many levels.

Scarlet…or sweet Scarlet. She lives up to her name. She does not believe in third-kid status. She would prefer to be thought of as a first-born. She has opinions. Many of them. She is also teething and rolling, neither of which she likes very much.


I keep telling myself this is the week I’m going to ‘get it together’ and then I realize I’m probably not going to do anything but hang on for the ride for a long long time.

So it’s good to have m&m’s in the house.

Bits and Pieces

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Family picture with Santa (not pictured but very much a part of the shot is Scarlet’s HUGE blow out up her back right before we went to sit on Santa’s lap) + Lukey ice skates + Jack’s Christmas ‘project’ + Rem gets sick requiring early morning carpet cleaning and who doesn’t want a wool rug drying on their kitchen island for 24 hours? + Snuggles with my girl + Jack’s DARLING preschool Christmas program (love that kid).

Too Easy

    “What I can control is my breath, the steadiness of my step, my ability to choose my reaction along with a big dose of humor and grace.” 


I found this quote randomly on pinterest today and feel like I need to tattoo it to my forhead.

Life with little boys requires much grace and even more humor. And I’m learning, one humbling moment at a time, that while I can’t control their actions (seriously what is with the constant wrestling and farting and potty talk???), I can control my reactions.

I have much work to do. But this quote reframed this chaotic silly life in just the right way.

We can laugh together. We can be silly. We can take ourselves just a little less seriously.




Capturing Our Blessings

One of my favorite blogs is hosting a photo challenge this month to document daily blessings as a way to slow down and really meditate on gratefulness leading up to Thanksgiving and the Christmas season.

She calls it ‘Capturing Our Blessings’ and I’ve loved taking a few moments each day to watch the chaos swirling around me and focus on all the abundant goodness.

Here are a few of my ‘captures’ so far this month:

Sweet Scarlet

The one and only benefit to early-risers: beautiful sun rises out my kitchen window

I don’t want her to get big and start sleeping in a crib.

Art projects for the pantsless preschooler

sunshine, crunching leaves, happy kids (and dog)

Happy Birthday Jack

How has it been four years already???

To my bike-loving, silly, wild, biggest brother, loving, a little-bit shy, awesome boy;

Someday you might look back on this blog and roll your eyes (and I won’t blame you) but at least there will be a few moments from your childhood documented. And what I hope seeps through these silly words and snapshots is the deep deep love and joy your dad and I have for you.

You are loved and adored far beyond what words can ever capture.

Right this very moment you are camped out on the floor playing with legos next to the swing where your baby sister sleeps. Two minutes ago you were in a wrestling match with your brother over a bouncy ball, but in a moment of tenderness, relinquished the ball without any prompting from me.

And that is your essence: equal parts gentle, tender and sensitive yet wild, physical, focused and determined. The last several weeks have brought so much change to your little life, and while we’ve all had a few rough moments, you have taken those changes in stride, aweing us with your ability to transition and welcome a new sibling into your life.

You are amazing Jackson Eugene. We love watching you grow. But I won’t lie, it’s hard too. It’s hard to let go of that control I had when you were a little baby and needed me for everything. It’s hard to watch your independence grow, not because I’m not proud of who you are or don’t want you to be independent, it’s just a hard truth that every day you need me a tiny bit less (or maybe just in a different way), and I think we are all trying to figure out what that means and how it works.

But know this, I am so honored to be your mother. I thank God every single day for bringing you to our family…for making us a family.

I love you.

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