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almost sparkles

lime & peanut coleslaw

Shortly after we moved here last spring, our next door neighbors laughingly told us that summer would begin on July 5.  I assumed the joke meant that you could count on rain on July 4, but I learned last year, and was reminded again this year, that the joke is more of a truth: while there might be a scattering of beautiful days in June, summer in Seattle doesn’t start in earnest until July.  (And rain on the 4th is a good bet, as well—indeed, a winning bet this year.)
But once that Seattle summer starts, oh man, it is good.  We wake up to clear blue skies (and we’re up early (EARLY) … two babies and all that) above a clear view of the Olympics to the west, the snow on their peaks receding by the day.  The sunrise, which we can’t see, sends a pinkish glow across those mountains and our view of Ballard and the Sound at the bottom of the hill.  It almost sparkles.

seaplane to the san juans

The day warms slowly and the temperature often peaks as afternoon slips into evening.  Sun floods our living room, where Henry kicks on a playmat as Avery zooms around with her toys.  And then comes the sunset.  We’re still up for this, too (our littler baby is still little and all that), and though I’m often bone tired, I try to feel grateful that I’m not sleeping, because these late summer sunsets are nothing short of spectacular.  The sun dips below those Olympics, throwing their jagged silhouette into sharp relief and painting the sky all shades of pink and orange.  It’s a wonder, day in and day out.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Recipe,Side on July 16 2014 » 1 comment

oatmeal muffins

oatmeal blueberry muffins

He was born six-and-a-half weeks ago, so it’s high time I introduce our son, Henry, here on this site. He’s a little lover; a sleepy, mellow baby; and the apple of his big sister’s eye. Avery truly adores him, favoring a French-ish pronouciation of his name and showing a real knack for picking out his outfits (hint: anything featuring whales, monkeys or “raffes” (giraffes)).  There are some photos of Henry, and Avery and Henry, at the bottom of the post.

oatmeal blueberry muffins

I’m settling into my maternity leave, and our initial rounds of family visitors have trickled off.  So, these days, it’s just Henry and me for much of the time.  He eats and sleeps, I change diapers and do laundry and try to remember how to “play” with a tiny baby, we stroll.  Avery is at school during the day, so my days with Henry are pretty peaceful, really.
When we’re all home together, or when I’m home with Avery and Henry, the picture—predictably—is decidedly less serene.  After Avery was born, I wrote that she was the new axis on which our world was turning.  That’s still true, but if I’m not stretching the metaphor too far, Avery now lies at one end of that axis, and Henry sits at the other.  Their needs are very different at these stages of their lives: Henry depends on us for everything, right down to holding up his little neck, while Avery is exercising more independence, but still wants to play and talk and challenge and interact.  So, one end of the axis inevitably pushes while the other end pulls, and our world wobbles and sometimes feels downright off-kilter, but somehow it continues to turn round and round day in and day out.

Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Breakfast,Recipe on June 11 2014 » 12 comments

call it lunch

spring chopped salad

Our baby boy is due to arrive any day, so it feels strange to show up here and talk about salad—even a very good one.  But, then, it also would be strange not to check in here before he arrives, before our world shifts agains.  Plus, I’ve set my mind to spending the next few days wrapping up loose ends and to leave this salad out there, the photos languishing on my computer, soon to be buried by an onslaught of tiny human photos, would be to leave a loose end floating in the breeze.

spring chopped saladspring chopped salad

So, here I am, with salad.  At its heart are three things that I’ve been eating in combination every chance I get: avocado, radish, and asparagus, quickly cooked with chili flakes and doused in lemon juice.  I’ve eaten the trio over scrambled eggs, atop tortilla chips, stirred into quinoa or farro, straight up.  Here, though, they’re folded into a chopped salad full of color and crunch.  I’m head over heels for it.

Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Recipe,Salad on April 24 2014 » 7 comments

in sight

Citrus Buttermilk Loaf Cake

A few days over the past couple of weeks, the weather has cleared up in the late afternoon.  The morning’s low grey skies and fat rain drops swept away, quite suddenly, leaving behind a clean slate of blue sky, ready to go pink with the sunset.  And about that sunset?  It’s getting later!  Avery ate dinner the other night in our dining room, and I didn’t even have to turn on the lights.  It felt huge.
There have even been a few days that were clear and bright all day long, after several days of rain.  Seattle’s rain is what people talk about, but it’s these clearings that I think are worth a mention.  There’s something magical about the curtain of low clouds whisking open, revealing mountains that were hidden for days.  Suddenly, you see what’s started to bloom and sprout, thanks to all that rain.  And the post-rain smell of freshness?  The best.

Citrus Buttermilk Loaf Cake

On the clear afternoons, after Avery is home for the day, we’ve blown bubbles in the backyard and scrawled chalk across the driveway and pushed a red tricycle up and down (and upanddown, upanddown, upanddown …) the sidewalk.  Those things haven’t been possible during the dreary months and shorter days, and doing them again has me (and Avery, too, I think) giddy.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Breakfast,Dessert,Recipe on March 04 2014 » 12 comments

my trusty old friend

The last couple of weeks have been pretty eventful for us.  We spent Christmas in Minnesota, a long weekend in Palm Springs, and New Years Eve on the couch with a rented movie.  Since then, Avery’s transitioned into a new childcare arrangement, and we’ve ushered in the new year, one in which we’ll add a new member to our family.  Throw in some molar teething (all four!  at the same time!), a sickness, and a true initiation into Seattle’s rainy season, and yes, we’ll call it an “eventful” start to 2014.

Against the recent crush of change and challenge, I’m so grateful for my trusty old January friend, the grapefruit.  For its substantial weight in my hand, and for its glossy, thick rind, and for its brilliant pink flesh, and for its crescent-moon segments that fall away from its pinwheel membrane at the slice of my knife.  For the way it crops up at the market every year after the holidays, promising zing and virtue and vibrant color.  For the way it drapes over my morning yogurt, for its clean smell of sweet freshness, for its meaty, pucker-y bite.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Recipe,Salad on January 09 2014 » 7 comments

in it together

Smoky Tomato Soup with Skillet Parmesan Croutons

This last push before Christmas always gives me a surge of energy.  I know that some find it stressful, but I like the crowded stores and the long to-lists and the series of errands.  Specifically, I like to be out in the thick of it.  There’s a sense that we’re all in it together, getting it done amid the din of Christmas carols, and I like that.

Smoky Tomato Soup with Skillet Parmesan CroutonsSmoky Tomato Soup with Skillet Parmesan Croutons

On days like this, when running around is the game plan, I think a good, nourishing lunch is a total must.  Or you’ll find yourself hip-checking someone as you jockey for position in the checkout line, or—worse—collapsing into tears.  Trust me, I’ve learned this the hard way.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Recipe,Soup on December 19 2013 » 4 comments

of four

Spicy Hot Cocoa Mix

I’m going to cut right to the chase: 2014 is going to be a big one for us.  Our little family of three is headed (very quickly!) toward becoming a family of four.  We’re expecting a boy (!!), a little brother for Avery.  He’s set to arrive this spring, and we’re really thrilled.  And a little overwhelmed.  And tired (because: toddlers) and behind the ball (this new baby needs a crib, too?).  But, mostly, we’re overjoyed.

Spicy Hot Cocoa MixSpicy Hot Cocoa Mix

In many ways that are significant and off-topic-for-this-blog, this pregnancy has been different than my first.  But it’s also been different in one insignificant, on-topic, fun way: I have cravings this time around!  For things other than fresh fruit or hearty greens or a wedge of cheese or a bit of peanut butter.  That wholesome non-sense was the stuff of my “cravings” when I was pregnant with Avery, and, frankly, I felt very cheated by the lack of pickles-and-ice cream hankerings.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Dessert,Recipe on December 11 2013 » 22 comments

something new

Roasted Delicata Squash & Cranberries with Cashews & Arugula

For Thanksgiving this year, we’re headed to Chicago to spend the long weekend with Kevin’s family.  We alternate years between celebrating Thanksgiving with my family and his.  On my family’s years, tradition is king.  We head to Minnesota, where my parents’ dining table is set with the holiday china, and the kitchen counter-turned-buffet is laden with, for the most part, the same dishes year after year, perfected over time.  I know that I can pitch in with chopping the celery or the onions for the stuffing, and that my grandma will peel the apples for the same.  And I know that my mom will handle the gravy.

Roasted Delicata Squash & Cranberries with Cashews & Arugula

I know that a thud of sharp knife meeting a rutabaga will punctuate the morning at some point.  I know that my sister will sleep through much of the cooking.  I know that my step-dad will man the turkey on the charcoal Weber on the back deck, and that my grandfather will slice the bird with the old electric knife.  I know that I will help myself to an immodest amount of mashed potatoes, and I know that I’ll make the pies.  I know that we’ll pose for a family photo on the front steps, shivering from the late November chill in the air.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Recipe,Side on November 20 2013 » 4 comments

something to be said

Pumpkin-Chocolate Chip Oat Bars

Since I was here last, it seems a whole autumn has unfolded.  In my last post, I complained about the dreariness, which was a drag, I suppose, but then so is complaining.  I’m happy to report that in the weeks that have elapsed, I’ve learned to appreciate fall in Seattle.  The problem, I think, is that I was expecting the Midwestern version of the season, with its lingering warm temperatures and golden sun and clear blue skies and bursts of flame-hued colors.

seattle in the fall

To be sure, I still missed all of those things.  But, at the same time, there is something to be said for the way the colors on the trees here in Seattle look against a thick grey sky.  I came to that realization when I took a jog around Greenlake one recent Saturday morning, with fog hovering in a ring around the lake, and mist rising from the lake’s surface.  As I rounded the lake, sprays of red and gold leaves continued to materialize through the fog.  It was gorgeous—so moody and somehow cozy.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Dessert,Recipe on November 05 2013 » 5 comments

to the oven again

Apple Pie Cake

I know I shouldn’t complain (already!), especially because Seattle did spring and summer so right, but the fall here in the PNW has left a little to be desired.  There has been a lot of rain and the skies have been mainly gray.  I suppose I should get used to it.  The other day, someone commented on the “winter so far,” as in winter is happening now.  It was October 2!  Of course, there have been a couple of golden sunlight-drenched days here and there (like the day I took these photos), and we’ve tried to take advantage of them as much as possible.

Apple Pie Cake

On the other days, my cooking has gotten heavier and heartier.  As in beef stew heavy/hearty.  And I’m feeling drawn to the oven again.  We don’t have air conditioning in our home (it’s really rare in Seattle, apparently), so I did almost no baking this summer.  But the cooler air has given me the itch again.


Kristin at The Kitchen Sink in Dessert,Recipe on October 03 2013 » 8 comments

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