welcome

bright light, busy kids
games, laughter, teasing, some tears.
and also, chickens.

bright sun and slow days
with mornings full of giggles
and children who play

squirmy little girls
and the happiest baby
many sleepless nights

yet joy-filled parents,
with unending love, they made
the best home in sight

If you’ve followed this blog or my Instagram for any length of time, you’ve probably heard me talk about food quite a bit. You may have even read the post about where a guy called me fat on the soccer field last year.

I (and most food writers) get the following question at least once a week from someone who follows me on social media: 

Every time I walk into his house, my nephew Max (master manipulator that he is), either grabs my hand or crawls up into my lap, looks me directly in the eye and says, “Aunt Wachel, will you pway wif me?”

Welcome! I’ve never been happier to invite you in. I’m so unbelievably proud of this space. Please take your time enjoying the little and big changes. I think you’ll find it all easier to navigate and just prettier all around. I know I’ve been quiet lately, but I was working on this!