Wow, hello! It’s been…three entire years since my last post. So much has changed since I was last here.
We’ve lived through a pandemic (that, let’s be honest, is still very much here), and an insurrection. Italy won the Euros and then didn’t make it to the World Cup. My fellow Danish countryman Christian Eriksen’s heart stopped in the middle of a Euros match and he had to be resuscitated on the field. (He’s okay.) The World Cup was so exciting that if I had made an upset bracket (which I normally do but didn’t have time to do this year) I would’ve won lots of money.
In my personal life, at the end of 2020, my mom finally laid down her sword in her fight with cancer and transitioned to whatever comes next. In November of the next year, I became a mom to a bright and curious warrior girl with big brown eyes and a great sense of humor who loves Lizzo, Pharrell, and dancing to literally anything with a rhythm.
Those are the biggest things. It feels weird to summarize them in two sentences. There have been other, painful losses along the way, and there have been many, many moments of joy and celebration and love. All of it is too much to recap. I think of it all as happening when my mom was still on earth or after she left it. If you know, you know.
Anyway. I’m here to say that I’m trying to get back to writing Friday Bites. Of course, I’ll be writing about the food I’m making these days. I might also write about motherhood, daughterhood, grief. Music, horror movies, books (boooyyyyy have I read a TON since bringing a little human into the world). And maybe gardening adventures????
For now though, I’ll keep this one short. I made Nutter Butters (recipe from Stella Parks’s Brave Tart cookbook) a month or so ago. These are the only pics I got of them. I made them as my kid and M wandered around our backyard, checking on our newly planted saplings, on one of the first beautiful days of the year. (Oh yeah, we have a backyard now — that’s new, too.)
Here’s to a new era. I’ll see you next Friday.