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Thanksgiving sides are honestly the whole reason I show up to the table. The turkey is fine. The turkey is always fine. But the sides? That is where the magic actually happens. Over the past couple of years I have been slowly building out a collection of recipes that work
Green bean casserole has been on my Thanksgiving table every single year since I was a kid. My grandma’s made it, and honestly I never questioned it until Camden came along with his dairy allergy and I had to actually read the back of a cream of mushroom soup can.
Fall is pie season, and I will not be taking questions. Something about the cooler weather and the leaves turning makes me want to have a pie on the counter at all times, whether it’s Sunday dinner or a random Tuesday when we just need something good. I’ve been baking
Every November I tell myself we are going to do something really creative for Thanksgiving decor, and this year we actually followed through. I love making a holiday craft part of our tradition, and finding something the kids genuinely want to sit down and make is always my goal. This
There’s something about September that makes me want to reset. Not in a drastic, overhaul-everything kind of way, just a quiet, let’s-try-something-new energy that feels easier to work with than January ever does. The kids are back in a rhythm. The days are a little shorter. And honestly, fall just
Fall is basically begging you to slow down, gather your people around the table, and make something cozy. Turkey feels like the obvious choice this time of year, but I know what you might be thinking: turkey is complicated, turkey is dry, turkey is just for Thanksgiving. I’m here to
There is something about the first real cold snap of fall that makes me want to wrap both hands around a warm mug and just breathe for a second. If you are a parent, you know that moment lasts approximately forty-five seconds before someone needs a snack or loses a
You guys, it is officially that time of year. The air has that little bite to it in the mornings, Carolynn has already asked me approximately forty-seven times if we can go to a pumpkin patch, and Camden has started calling every orange thing he sees a “punkin.” I live