It’s that time again in Michigan. That time, about mid-way through the summer, when it becomes glaringly apparent why I moved here (besides that thing about residency). You can pick ALL the things yourself.
So I’m kind of in berry overload mode.
Almost every summer, I would try to find a U-pick blackberry/some-berry farm nearby. In Texas. I had these wonderful memories of doing this as a kid, I think somewhere outside of Brenham (sidenote: someone send me Blue Bell). One year of my semi-adult life I was able to find a place to pick blackberries. I picked a bunch and it was awesome. But every other year, my search was futile. (more…)
So, I’m on my OB/Gyn rotation right now. On the OB part with the babies. And the thing is that OB’s work a lot. Like…a lot.
The main problem with this is not the loss of sleeping hours, although that is sort of a sad thing. The main problem is that when you get up really early and your day is really long, you’ve created these extra meal times. (more…)
I had a major revelation a few days ago. Like, this stuff should be sewn on pillows, painted on posters, written in cards. I figured out what true love is.
Whaaaaaat. That sounds so deep. It’s not deep, I promise. There’s all these poems that try to say what love is, lots of songs, probs some drawings or collages or whatever. On the Bachelorette (yes, actually), they say things like, “Love is like these clouds and this is the greatest day of my life.” Or “Love is like this race car and I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions (?)” “Love is like this rug, soft and multicolored and kind of stripe-y.”
Stuff like that. (more…)
I had such a good time with my first post (and y’all were so nice!) that I think I’m gonna do it again. Hope that’s cool with you…
Okay, so, I’d like to make this blog a nest in a tree of trust and understanding. Because it’s confession time.
I, Kate, as a self-professed obsessive baker and woman in her 20s, have never made my own pie crust. Sure, I’ve made an occasional graham cracker crust or (expertly) unrolled store-bought pie crusts onto a pie plate. But I had never ever baked a pie completely and totally from scratch.
Until Sunday, that is. (more…)