Fluffy Yogurt Pancakes | @thefauxmartha

He washes our clothes and shrinks my shirts. Not on purpose, of course. He works all week and teaches at night. He’s determined to payoff his grad school loans faster than he accrued them. His work socks leave dents in his legs which can only be seen as he mows the lawn after work. He’s the CEO (Chief Email Officer) of this site because I’m so debilitatingly right brained. In the words of Hallie, “He’s the best daddy.” Because he is. His fatherly intuition is stronger than mine. He wakes up first and goes to bed last. He forces me to talk when I’m mad. He knows the bitter conversations are the only way to get to the sweeter ones. So in honor of Father’s Day, we’ve worked just as hard to perfect our fluffy pancake recipe. For him. Because he’s been eating my thin whole wheat pancakes all these years without a complaint. Or without much of one. Read more

Swedish Pancakes | @thefauxmartha

I’m posting this recipe for myself. Because every time I go to make Swedish Pancakes, I can’t find the recipe. Maybe it’s because I never write titles to the recipes I keep scratched into a notebook. Though sometimes I draw hieroglyphics. This particular recipe had neither, making it very difficult to find pre-coffee. I texted the recipe to Sonja once after she asked. So when my notebook would fail me, I’d search the archives of my texts. Five minutes of searching and scrolling, and the app crashed. Always. That’s why I’m posting this recipe. For myself. Read more

Muesli Monday-Friday | @thefauxmartha

I didn’t know I’d lost a piece of myself until I joined Snapchat. “It’s too unedited.” That’s what I told Kev prior. It wasn’t until my 11th post in, the post where I finally mustered enough courage to record myself talking, that I said in a sing-songy voice, “Unstyled salad. This is so liberating!” I’ve continued to over-snap unedited bits of life since—the normal parts that seem too unworthy for Instagram or even this space. (See giveaway details below.) Read more

Make Ahead Orange Clove Rolls | @thefauxmartha

I forgot to post the picture of Hallie throwing a tantrum for the twelfth time the morning after Thanksgiving. And the picture where I threw one too, beet red and angry. And I didn’t tell you how I threw out the stuffing before anyone could take seconds because it didn’t taste right. I bought the wrong bread. And I didn’t record the argument we had about how to best hang the garland outside either. But I did want to tell you about these make ahead orange clove rolls we consumed during those days. That cream cheese glaze, it can cover a multitude of sins. Read more

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

Big Batch Apricot Muesli | @thefauxmartha

“Thank you.” Tears began welling just above the lower lid of my eyes as we handed the bag of muesli to her. Today was the last day of “school” for Hallie. We made a mega batch of muesli that not every bowl, stock pot, or container in our kitchen could hold. It was our way of saying thank you. But that bag of oats and apricots would never ever touch the deep, deep sentiment we felt in our hearts. I don’t say thank you much, or enough. In fact, I can’t tell you the last time I wrote a thank you card. It’s embarrassing. I never expect it myself, and when it’s given to me, I awkwardly change the subject.  Read more

Waffles, Yogurt, and Preserves | @thefauxmartha

We lived on the east coast for two short years while Kev completed his internship and post-doc work. We don’t fall under the adventurous category, but we made good use of our time driving up and down the coast—from Camden, Maine to St. Michaels, Maryland (where some of my extended family calls home). That’s 600 miles of very trafficked roads if you’re doing the math. Tucked between every other road trip, we found ourselves on the train to New York City—a city that stole my husband’s Oklahoma-born heart. Five months pregnant and celebrating Mother’s Day (though I didn’t feel like much of one yet), he walked and I waddled into a charming little spot called Tipsy Parson. That’s where I had the best waffle of my life. Read more