To grey or not to grey with The Fauxmartha

Before we start talking about grey hair, because I’m greying at what feels like lightening speed, I want to tell you why I’m really talking about grey hair. Because I almost quit blogging in January. Maybe I can attribute the influx to that? I joked about it with Kev and friends for a while. I was trying the idea on, hearing what it sounded like outside my head. It soon became a conversation we were having on the weekly. I’ve already mentioned I’m calling this year “The Year of the Pivot” because something has to change. Mostly because I feel like a plastic bag stuck to a branch in the backyard. “Look, guys, it’s a white fox! Oh no, it’s just a plastic bag. Wait, no, it’s a snow owl. There’s a snow owl in our backyard! Oh, shoot, it’s really just a plastic bag. Hold on, I think it might actually be…” No, it’s the wind blowing a white plastic bag into a thousand different shapes. It’s just a plastic bag. I’m just a plastic bag.  Read more

The Minimalist Kitchen cookbook from The Fauxmartha

After we had Hal, we kept that squishy girl all to ourselves for a hot minute before sharing her on the world wide web. Like a mother memorizing the folds and smell of her new skin and counting her toes for the 24th time, I’ve been keeping something else to myself. Reading and rereading it. Absorbing the smell of the fresh ink on the uncoated pages. I’m so excited to announce the arrival of my second baby—The Minimalist Kitchen (Oxmoor House). This thing I swore I’d never do is real. Read more

Vegetarian Chili Cheese Fries from The Fauxmartha

#Healthier. I saw this hashtag the other morning and fell in love. Healthy is a complicated word, a word that’s meant many things to me over my short lifetime. At one point, it meant peppermint mocha Frappaccinos worth 9 points and iceberg lettuce worth 0 points. At another point, it meant sugar-free, fat-free ice cream and unpronounceable ingredients. And then, at another point, it meant no pizza or French fries or dessert. I’m sure you could give an account of this word too. Read more

Cherry Almond Breakfast Cereal from The Fauxmartha

Never have I ever skipped eating breakfast. Even at 5 am before catching a flight. That’s when I usually pack a bowl of muesli to-go. We’re big muesli eaters over here (even when we’re not traveling), eating it about 3 times during the work week, alternated with scrambled eggs and toast. This breakfast cereal is fit for on-the-go or at the table. Read more

Nordic Winter Party by the Fauxmartha

The more time I spend in my adult years, the more I wonder why we squeeze all the fun festivities into the first third of winter (December) and wish the remaining 2/3s away (January and February). It’s no wonder winter feels as bleak as the temperatures. We’ve left ourselves with no parties to look forward to. That is, unless you throw a Nordic Winter Party. Read more

The Minimalist Fridge with OXO green savers and The Fauxmartha

Once we started practicing The Minimalist Kitchen framework for the pantry, it just naturally overflowed to the fridge. We did a better job of buying what we could consume before expiration, which ultimately led to less waste. But, no matter what we did, we couldn’t get that box of lettuce or that clamshell of berries to last the whole week. Nor could we figure out how to control the chaos of the fridge drawers. Read more

White Wine Mac and Cheese by The Fauxmartha

“By all means, break the rules, and break them beautifully, deliberately, and well.” I first read this on a horribly uncomfortable futon for a college Typography class. It’s highlighted in the textbook I still keep—Elements of Typographic Style by Robert Bringhurst. One of my favorite things about life is that a book about typography can inform this White Wine Mac and Cheese recipe 12 years later. Everything informs everything. That kind of magic is real. Read more

Vegetarian Swedish Meatballs from The Fauxmartha

I’ve always been a little flighty. Kev is the analytical one of the two of us, the one who thinks through everything in great detail. I’m windy, work with whatever’s right in front of me, and make lots of flubs that only hindsite can teach me. Call me candid.  Read more