For the record, I wish I was posting soup too….
I recently read a snippet from a Mom who’s parenting advice can be summarized as: got a problem? just add water. Run the sprinkler, turn on the kettle, draw a bath, wash the dog, water the garden. I love this.
Wellness through water — sanus per aquam — spa….
I might be the last to know.
Precooked polenta – ready to heat and serve – is now available in (pretty much) every grocery store near you!
I don’t always pay attention to the packaged stuff but I’m glad I discovered these. The precooked option opens up so many fun possibilities, including the flexibility of pulling together a delicious summer appetizer in a snap….
I’ve made a few baked oatmeals in the past but this one is my favorite.
Out of the oven, the baked oatmeal has the characteristics of a crumble, soft and melty as you scoop it into your bowl but as it cools, it gels (even without the addition of egg) which makes it easy to cut into squares and pop in the fridge for a ready-to-eat cold breakfast (or snack) on a hot summer’s day. I love taking it out of the fridge in the afternoon and slicing it up into little bites with a cup of tea….
Friends, how are you? I’ve missed you; it’s nice to be creating in this space again.
Life goes on in the natural world and Mother Nature, as though blissfully unaware, has been enjoying a revival in the hush of our human activity; as we pause, our air and waters have gotten cleaner helping the planet and each of us with a sense of wellness. Spending time in nature has truly been one of the most potent medicines along this journey of grief and loss. …
Something a little different today.
A DIY body scrub with uplifting properties to bring a bright note to the weekend.
The base recipe for this aromatic shower scrub is only 3 ingredients! (oil, sugar & essential oil) — you’ll also need a container of sorts to store it in (or a pretty jar if you’re planning on gifting it), and that’s it….
I hope you don’t mind if I squeak this one in before the warm weather settles on us for good.
My brother sent a picture of giant snowflakes falling in the Québec Laurentians earlier this week, big fluffy cotton balls dotting the screen and resting in a pile of white on the spruce branches. I thought it was beautiful but the locals may have a different idea in April.
Still, it feels like we are in a moment of soup. …