Monthly Archives: January 2013

Dear Baby (week 20)

Yesterday marked the half way point toward meeting you! We get to find out your gender this week and are both so excited. I have to confess, though, that I’m also a little overwhelmed! Somehow, finding out moves you to a little boy or a little girl instead of this crazy acrobat doing tricks in my belly. At the same time, we’re dying to know more about who you already are.

We’re having a party with my side of the family on Saturday to celebrate you and ‘reveal’ your gender- everyone is SO excited. Everywhere I go, I see adorable things I want to buy but can’t until we see you on Thursday. It can’t get here soon enough!

Life right now is a steady groove of our daily stuff and enjoying when we get to feel you kick or do funny things. I’m showing enough that it seems most of my conversations with people are about you, how far we have until you come, when my due date is and what you’re up to inside of me. A few people have even started rubbing my belly trying to find you- I’m not sure how I feel about that! Everyone I know is so sweet about it and excited that you are coming into the world this summer. I’m pretty sure you will be the most loved baby in the world!

Just two more sleeps until we see a picture of you!




Dessert Dreaming

The same night that I made the chicken pot pie dreams are made of, I was on the hunt for a similarly comforting dessert. And, again, Joy the Baker had all of the answers to my hopes and dreams for that night. As much as I love sweets, I don’t bake them too often- I find breads and biscuits to be so much more interesting for some reason. However, this buttermilk cake was simple and inviting with a gorgeous touch of cardamom and a crust from the skillet that is to die for.


I am absolutely in love. This is the perfect cake for dessert on a cold night with a scoop of ice cream or breakfast (let’s call it coffee cake!) with a hot cup of coffee in the morning. Absolutely delicious.


A little note… it took quite a bit longer to cook than the recipe said. I think it might have been because I did a large layer of apples on top which resulted in more water cooking out from them. Worth every extra minute, though!

Missing Warmer Days

Missing Warmer Days

This picture always makes me happy. It was a great day with my little family and, unlike the current world, I was warm enough to complain about being hot. :)

Blogging through Biscuits- Dinner Edition

We had family over for dinner Sunday night- I wanted to make something homey and comforting. Winter is never my favorite time. By mid-January, I’m incredibly ready to be laying in the sun on a warm beach with delightful citrus beverage of the adult variety in my hand. But, instead, I’m in a land of cold days and even cooler nights. It makes me absolutely crave comfort in a dish; warm breads, stews, piping hot cookies and cakes. I try to not indulge too much, these are the things that lead to a girl becoming round. However, in this particularly frigid winter, I caved.

My current fixation with biscuits collided with my love for comfort food led me straight to one of my favorite blogs, Joy the Baker. She never fails me and seems like she could be a bff if we had ever met (instead of me just following and loving her on the internet). Enter the dish my comfort food dreams are made of… Chicken Pot Pie with Cream Cheese and Chive Biscuits. It’s part pot pie, part biscuits, part dumplings and all delightful.


In a bizarre twist, my store didn’t have chives so I subbed in green onions on the biscuits. They. Are. Amazing. Why haven’t I ever thought to use cream cheese as the fat in baked goods?! I love it so. The biscuits turned out incredible: biscuit-y and rich on top, dumpling-y in the sauce. I want to eat these every time I’m cold or sad or any combination of both. Make them, love them, email Joy the Baker to tell her how delicious they are.

Dear Baby (week 19)

We discovered the most fun thing with you last night!

Every Sunday night, part of my bedtime ritual is reading through my many many (far too many) pregnancy related apps on my phone. It’s a great time where we get to see pictures of what you might look like and read all about your development as we go.

In reading, I discovered that if your dad put his ear on my belly near you, he could probably hear you moving around. I was so excited to give it a shot and, because you were doing your evening ritual of flips, the timing was perfect so we gave it a shot. At first, I wasn’t sure if he could hear you or not- he stayed there for so long! When he sat up, his eyes were excited and surprised; he could hear you thumping around in there!

It is so amazing to share these little things with your dad. Every new thing we discover makes us more excited for you to get here and make it seem a little more real that you are really in there- moving around, growing, getting ready to be a part of our family.

We’ve read you can hear things outside of my body now- it’s so fun to think you’re getting to know our voices, hearing the things we hear and, hopefully, hearing all of funny things we like to tell you.

We’re almost half way to meeting you!



Blogging through Biscuits

I’ve become obsessed with baking. Obsessed.

Add to that a weird thing where I don’t have pregnancy cravings so much as fixations, complete obsessions with one thing at a time until I get it just right. First, it was pancakes. We must have eaten pancakes every weekend for two months. Then, I stumbled across this recipe for Orange Pancakes with Berry-Orange Sauce. It was perfection- the dream combining of winter citrus, my pancake fixation and a lifelong love for berries. After we ate these, my mission was complete and my fixations shifted.

Current obsession? Biscuits. I want to find the perfect biscuit recipe. Flaky, golden, ideal for gravy or jam. I chatted with my dear friend, Stefanie, about it and we’ve started a mission- to find or create our dream biscuit recipe and blog our way through the process.

So here we are, blogging through biscuits. I decided to start at the beginning… with James Beard. My wonderful Mauggie gave me her copy of Beard on Bread– it’s one of the original editions- hardbound, worn with love and full of things I’ve been dying to try out. If anyone would have a recipe for perfect biscuits, it’s this book. And boy, was I right. I present James Beard’s Cream Biscuits.


These biscuits are incredible. In place of both the liquid and fat, he uses heavy cream. Beyond that, they are pretty traditional baking powder biscuits. Flour, baking powder, a tiny bit of sugar and salt. Enough heavy cream to make it come together and then they are dipped in melted butter as you put them on the pan to bake. The came out golden, flaky with a texture and flavor we absolutely loved.

I’m hoping to find a recipe somewhere between your mom’s famous baking powder biscuits and those delicious flaky Pillsbury Grands that come out of the can. While I loved this recipe, it didn’t quite hit perfection and my next attempt will include a combination of butter and cream to try to achieve the texture I’m looking for.

Onward to obsessive baking!


Dear baby (week 18)

It’s a little surreal that we’re almost half way to meeting you, it seems like we are still wrapping our heads around the fact that you are coming.

You love doing flips- I’m pretty sure you will want to be an acrobat once you’re here. When we lay down at night, you seem to find your best time to shine. Your dad and I get a huge kick out of feeling how hard my belly gets in the spots where you are closest to the skin. I really think feeling you, like that, makes this all more real for him which I absolutely love.

In two weeks we’ll get to find out if you’re a boy or a girl- we are so excited! We spend a lot of time thinking about what we’d like to name you. Giving a person their name is a pretty daunting task! I hope we come up with something you will be proud of at every stage in your life.

Your grandparents are all so excited for you to come, I think they would speed up time if they could! We’re excited, too but also really enjoying this sweet quiet time before you get here- time cuddling at night and talking about all of our hopes of who you  might be and the parents we will be to you. Time thinking about the name we’d like to give you and how it might help shape your future. And, most of all, a lot of time marveling at this strange miracle happening inside me every day and feeling overwhelmed by all of the possibility you bring with you.

I hope you feel loved already. You most certainly are. I find that instead of talking to myself (an old habit I’ve never been able to break), I talk to you all of the time. It’s fun and exciting to know you can hear me and hopefully hear all of the love we have for you as we move throughout each day.