Travel Ready Breakfast | @thefauxmartha

Before every trip, I promise myself that this time I’ll pack a homemade breakfast. And then as I’m running out the door to catch my flight because I’ve only just packed my suitcase, I swear it for next time. And you know how the story goes next time. It’s on repeat. What’s also on repeat—the way I feel after traveling. Not good. My body is in such a steady rhythm, that one little hiccup and an order of airport food will throw it out of alignment. Completely. So as we enter into a season laden with travel, either by plane, train, or automobile, I want to pass on a life-saving tip I’ve only just learned. Pack a travel ready breakfast —a bag (or 2) of Seven Sundays Muesli, a bowl and a disposable spoon, and an iPad for reading pleasure. Wherever you find yourself, just buy a small jug of milk.  Read more

Blender Dutch Baby | @thefauxmartha

There’s American pancakes. True to their name, they’re cake like and leavened with baking powder or soda. They’re divisive in nature. Fluffy or thin? Kev likes his fluffy. I like mine the way I cut a deck of cards—thin to win—preferably with wheat flour. And then there’s French crêpes. A paper thin pancake. Best whipped together the night before with plenty of eggs and a good rest before hitting the griddle in the morning. It’s in that time that the flavor develops and milds while forming many tiny but strong webs within the batter. No chemical leavener necessary. Wedged in between the American pancake and the French crêpe, sits the Dutch Baby. Our second favorite baby. Hal is number one, of course.  Read more

Disposable Holiday Table Setting | @thefauxmartha

There might have been a time or two when you’ve wondered why I call myself the faux. Well, wonder no longer. Here’s an idea! We’re setting a disposable table for the holidays this year. Some may call it a major faux pas. I’m not even embarrassed about it. The idea came to me while at Ikea. A craft paper holder filled with a roll of paper was sitting on top of a dining table. I wanted to run home immediately (see video for visual reference) and affix it to the underneath side of our table. I’d cover the table in a new roll of paper everyday. Kind of like the exam table at the doctors office. Hallie would color and spill all over it. And I’d be happy about it. I nixed the permanence of the roll. It’ll fit in our buffet just fine, and we wont lose knee-space at the table. However, we’ll still be covering our table in craft paper and using disposable plates and silverware come Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Because we have a tiny toddler and I want her to enjoy it as much as the rest of us. Do I even need to mention how great clean-up will be two days out of the year?!  Read more

Vegetarian Chipotle Bowls | @thefauxmartha

Come the weekend, we’re communal food people. I’ve talked about this same topic over these fajitas and this podcast recently. I like food speckled across the table as the centerpiece, mostly because it seems fitting. The table is our meeting place, our sustenance. I like the way passing bowls full of food gently nudges the start of a conversation. Can you pass the rice? And the beans? 
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Baked Onion Rings | @thefauxmarthaThere’s a point between here and there where the newness runs out. When I do feels like do I have to? When a newborn’s cry feels common and exhausting. When misplaced rose colored glasses shatter beneath a tiny foot and a pile of leaves. When you walk through the back door for the 100th time and the house no longer smells new. It’s to be expected, even when it’s not. Read more

Baked Pumpkin Donuts | @thefauxmarthaSara of Cake Over Steak organized an epic #virtualpumpkinparty today with over 70 bloggers. That means 70 new pumpkin recipes just hit the WWW. Kim K., this is how you break the internet. I’ve used that joke before, haven’t I? I’m nothing if not consistent. So consistent my friend Adam, husband of The Vanilla Bean Blog, said I might as well call myself The Donutmartha. He’s right. I’ve posted my fair share of baked donut recipes. I was actually surprised to realize that I’d never worked on a baked pumpkin donut before. In another life, I’d like to have a baked donut truck. Read more

How to make good coffee at home | @thefauxmartha

There are more important things that need protecting in this world than my morning coffee routine. But I protect it because there are more important things in this world. Coffee fuels those efforts. Quick and fast are heralded words these days. I like to apply those terms to my weeknight dinners. But with a new day soon to be swept away with 10,000 to-dos, I like to start my mornings slow. With pour over coffee that requires a quiet and steady attention. Hallie now knows our coffee time is sacred time. She pulls out two enamel mugs from the drawer. “Oh, here you go mommy.” We cheers with our pretend coffee while I continue attending to the real coffee. This all started after going to a coffee cupping, much like a wine tasting, during our time in Chicago. I fell in love with the nuances in flavor and the brewing technique. I’ve been making pour over coffee since, 3+ years and counting. Here’s a guide to making really good coffee at home. Read more

Wine Sautéed Apples over Cake | @thefauxmartha

I have one of those market totes you’d see on the streets of Paris. It’s knit from water reeds that look like a soft wicker. The top edge is trimmed with a line of leather. It’s my co-op and farmers market bag. Walking home from the store yesterday with my tiny person in tow and a baguette and green onions poking out from the top of our tote, I realize I’m in one of those “What people think I do” collages. You know the kind that ran around the internet last year with six square images set on a black background? At first thought, I’m certain I’d appear in one of the perfectly styled initial images. Woman with well-behaved child walking home hand-in-hand from the market with a beautiful bag of produce. But as I start to break out into a run, I realize I’m not her. I chase my tiny human down praying the baguette is still intact. At least there’s a cool tote on my shoulder, even if it’s barely hanging on. There’s a picture of that in the collage too.   Read more