. This hangover needs water. And French toast. And breakfast sausage.
. It’s the most quintessential autumn day. Sunshine, crisp air, crunchy leaves.
. Ani + sunbeams.
. I dig the feather duvet out of storage and wash the flannel sheets.
. 1/4 cup oil, 5 garlic cloves, 2 pinches of red pepper flakes, a pinch of salt, 1 can whole tomatoes. Purée with immersion blender. Simmer. My favorite marinara.
. I hang out with Molly Wizenberg’s words. We have had such different upbringings and life experiences, yet we are almost identical in our kitchen personalities.