RAW HONEY OATMEAL COOKIES // #COOKIEWEEK 4 (GF)
One thing I miss from summer is eating outside, especially breakfast or lunch when you can absorb so much vitamin D. Today I wanted throw a winter spin on the idea of eating outside. The scene is a park bench where one is enjoying an afternoon snack of these perfect crunchy outside, chewy inside gluten free raw honey oatmeal cookies, a cup of steaming green tea, and the latest news. I challenge you to change up your winter routine this week. I cannot wait to get on the mountain soon. I'm dying for some outdoor exercise!
MERRY MAPLE GINGERSNAPS // #COOKIEWEEK 2 (GF, VEGAN)
Do you recall that one time I told you a delightful tale about my experience, also known as affection, of astrology and how it is a fixed monochromatic piece of my life? Today were going to talk a little bit more about that and how these cookies, and several other recipes, have ignited from my flame for the stars.
TAKE A TRIP BACK TO SUMMER
The citizens of New York always seem to complain when the cold wind slips through their jacket stating winter is on its way. Most of them despise the cold and began having summer daydreams just as soon as August ends. I am the opposite. I adore stepping outside of my orange beige door and stepping into an infinity blanket of snow., especially if there's a mountain near by. This salad is for all of you missing the hot yellow heat beating on the black top & the smell of barbecue waving in from your neighbor's yard.
A GATHERING FOR THE SOUL
Thanksgiving, a time of year that brings so much warmth into household as the fire in our soul becomes nostalgic towards our endearing friends and family & our simplest of treasures. The year begins to fade from view, but we grasp onto the timeline of the good and the bad, of how we have grown and gone back to our past, and of how lovely life can truly be. Being thankful shouldn't be a yearly tradition, it should be constant. The problem with the current time is the threat of a rude awakening of war. War is something I am not thankful for and in the tide of hate spreading around the world, I know that this Thanksgiving will be another blessing that will not be taken for granted with all that surrounds. Sitting around the bulky dining room table that is dressed in a diy color table cloth and laughter among the abundant lunch will be cherished forever.
Growing up in Upstate New York has given me the most mesmerizing golden, crisp autumns each year. While most people here hate when falls slips into view because it means snow will be falling in a few short months, I live for it. There is nothing better to me than going with my boyfriend on a Monday to a local farm and picking the brightest green granny smith apples my eyes have ever seen or getting together with some friends on the weekend and carving pumpkins, not well I might add.
Mediterranean food holds a romantic spot in my heart, especially as autumn crawls back into my life. Every year for the last fifteen years of my life, September has sparked a near beginning in the fire of my life, heart, and head. It's astonishing to realize that this is my first September when I don't have to get up at 6am to rush to the bus and see if the bus driver may or may not drive by me on a frigid morning or casually stroll in five minutes late to my horrible college math class spilling coffee every second down the stairs.