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Our Song

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Words & Photography
by Kristina Nissen



My husband and I danced to Elvis Presley's "Can't Help Falling in Love With You" for our first dance. I remember that dance like it was yesterday.
For several months now, I've been singing the lyrics to my son before I put him to sleep. When he started singing back the words to me, I realized I've never actually played him the real song.
For several months now, I've been singing the lyrics to my son before I put him to sleep. When he started singing back the words to me, I realized I've never actually played him the real song. So about three days ago, I played it for him on my phone and we slow danced before he went to sleep. Now I don't put him to sleep without dancing to this song first. He literally just falls into my arms, and dances with me the entire time it plays. Then I cry as I get lost in his scent as his legs hang below my waistline.

I hope he does this with me until he's like 80. PLEASE do this with me until I die, my dear son.
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Cavolo Nero & Preserved Lemon Linguine

Monday, February 27, 2017

Words & Photography
by Camilla Drost



Lately, life has just been a bit more chaotic than usual. I’m not going to bore you with all the details, so let me just say it has involved never-ending baby colds and interrupted sleep. But we’ve got this, it’s just a phase, like so many others. And in such phases we choose to focus on enjoying simple but truly delicious meals, like the one I’m sharing today; A simple pasta dish tossed in a creamy sauce, with preserved lemons and cavolo nero. It’s been on repeat for the past few weeks, substituting the cavolo nero with whatever seasonal green we have on hand; savoy kale, cabbage, and spinach, to name a few.

And then there’s the preserved lemons; An ingredient I randomly came across four years ago in Marrakesh, and as with many other "exotic ingredients", such as dukkah, sumak, and rose water, I’ve been completely captivated by it’s flavour and multitude of properties.





However, it wasn’t until the beginning of this past December – in the middle of the aforementioned unusually chaotic everyday – I had a few leftover lemons. And you know what they say, when life give you lemons...preserve them!

So I did, and waited three weeks until they were ready to use. Waiting has never been my strong suit  but these are worth the wait, and now I can’t imagine my pantry without them! They go well into stews, salads, pasta dishes, and basically every dish that would benefit from acid and salt. The opportunities are endless, I tell you.



Cavolo Nero & Preserved Lemon Linguine
serves 2 mains or 4 starters

Ingredients
200g dried linguine
150g cavolo nero
1/4 preserved lemon peel, finely chopped
1 garlic clove, crushed
110g whipping cream (38 %)
20g salted butter
1 tbsp. virgin olive oil
2 tbsp. freshly squeezed lemon juice
Salt and pepper

Topping
2 tablespoon pine nuts
Parmigiano-Reggiano

Directions
1. Start by roasting the pine nuts in a big pan until golden brown. Set aside to cool. Crush lightly in a mortar or chop finely, if you prefer.
2. Prepare the cavolo nero by removing the rough stem and tearing apart the kale into smaller pieces.
3. Bring a big pot of salty water to a boil. Cook the pasta according to the package instructions (and keep a tiny bit of pasta water for step 5!).
4. While the water for the pasta is heating reheat the pan you just roasted the pine nuts in to medium-low heat. Add in the olive oil, garlic, and preserved lemon peel (no lemon flesh, please). Let it roast for a minute and give it a stir before you add the cavolo nero and 1 tablespoon lemon juice. Stir and cover with a lid or foil and let it roast, covered for a minute or two until the cavolo nero wilts. Turn the heat off.
5. To make the pasta sauce place the butter, cream, and 1 tablespoon lemon juice in a small pan and bring to a bare simmer. Add a tablespoon of the pasta cooking water. Whisk until combined. Taste with salt and pepper, and turn off the heat.
6. Once the pasta is al dente, drain the pasta and return it to the big pot. Toss immediately with the sauce and cavolo nero. Let it sit for a minute for the pasta to absorb the sauce.
7. Arrange the pasta on 2-4 plates and serve topped with roasted pine nuts and freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano.

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Life Lessons From My Son

Friday, February 24, 2017

Words & Photography
by Sarah Lampley



"Mommy, I adjusted my bad attitude today."
"Oh yeah? How did you do it buddy?"
"I just changed it." - life lessons from my son.

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This Photo

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Words & Photography
by Anna Gushtyuk



Jumped in front of the camera for this one, which does not happen often enough. But she made me a mama, and it's these moments together that I will treasure the most.

Decades from now when she is all grown up, I want her to see this photo not just as a photo of us but to realise that everything about this photo IS us. She is my little pixie girl, I am her Mama. We love so deeply and are bonded forever as mother and daughter. This is us in our element; in nature, the outdoors. This is her Mama, always with camera bag strapped to her and with hands free; outstretched and ready to comfort and love at any moment.
That no matter where she is and no matter how little she remembers; no matter how much has changed between us, she looks at this and sees the essence of who we once were and feels the depth of it all.
I pray that THAT is what she sees when she looks at this, all grown up and wherever life takes her. That no matter where she is and no matter how little she remembers; no matter how much has changed between us, she looks at this and sees the essence of who we once were and feels the depth of it all.

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Reading Lamp

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Words & Photography
by Miriam Stimpfl


I wish I was one of these super artsy Pinterest girls, who can knit, stitch, draw, and do cute stuff with toilet paper rolls...
I wish I was one of these super artsy Pinterest girls, who can knit, stitch, draw, and do cute stuff with toilet paper rolls...but clearly I'm not. I'm too impatient and will stop trying the second it gets difficult (one of my best qualities, I know), BUT I made this reading lamp myself and I'm super proud of it (let's just ignore the fact, that every 7 year old could've made it, okayplease?).

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Worth The Mess

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Words & Photography
by Robin Kay



On Tuesdays we paint — which, to my surprise, has become one of my favourite activities. Because even though I've been an early years teacher for six years, paint has not been my favourite art medium to pair with toddlers - and entirely because of the mess, which I think we as parents often let get in the way of letting our children fully experience things.
...paint has not been my favourite art medium to pair with toddlers - and entirely because of the mess, which I think we as parents often let get in the way of letting our children fully experience things.
It took having my own child to let the joy of painting outweigh the inevitable mess to follow (an outlook that I could stand to apply to so much more in life). Now I look forward to Tuesdays (and the occasional day in-between), seeing her focus as she moves the brush across the paper purposefully, or fully immersed in simply dipping her brush from paint to water. So worth the mess.

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Sign Me Up

Monday, February 20, 2017

Words & Photography
by Bri Heiligenthal



The triple gold-star, members only, deluxe spa experience:
nails cut, full body massage, hair washed and deeply conditioned,
moisturized and clothed all while the customer takes a nap.
Sign me up.

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You Got This

Friday, February 17, 2017

Words & Photography
by Caroline Snider


Just in case you needed to know that you're stronger than you think, that nobody can make you feel less than without your permission, and that your womanhood is defined by you and you alone.
Just in case you woke up this morning like I did and needed an extra reminder that you got this. Just in case you needed to know that you're stronger than you think, that nobody can make you feel less than without your permission, and that your womanhood is defined by you and you alone. Just in case, you got this.

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Wonderful Quote

Thursday, February 16, 2017



"Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult
as spending our lives running from it.
Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous
as giving up on love and belonging and joy —
the experiences that make us the most vulnerable.
Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness
will we discover the infinite power of our light."
- Brené Brown

[Photography by Mallory Jane]

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Hashtag Real Life

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Words & Photography
by Raegan Christensen


I was going to caption this something like, "lazy Friday mornings with my boys", but not two seconds after this was taken, Oliver projectile-vomited all over Benton's head and the bed...
I was going to caption this something like, "lazy Friday mornings with my boys", but not two seconds after this was taken, Oliver projectile-vomited all over Benton's head and the bed, leaving a sad two-year-old with heaps of partially-digested milk dripping down his hair and face and a cranky and hungry (again) baby. So, instead, a very un-lazy morning with my boys. Hashtag real life.

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This Is Us

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Words & Photography
by Mariah Blankenship



I know nursing past a certain age doesn't fit with everyone's image of mothering. That's okay, and I'd be lying if I said I thought I would go this long. But this is us. Whether you find it beautiful or disgusting it's what feels right to us, and many more mothers and children than you might expect.
I know nursing past a certain age doesn't fit with everyone's image of mothering. That's okay, and I'd be lying if I said I thought I would go this long. But this is us.
But I'm hoping to wean her shortly and am just trying to soak in her hazel eyes and deep breaths while I can. Any advice about weaning is welcomed. But until then, we nurse.

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Welcoming

Monday, February 13, 2017

Words & Photography
by Laura Izumikawa



Our humble casa is slowly coming together. We don't have much but we're happy and grateful to have a warm home. We've been meeting our new neighbors and they're pretty awesome. Met a nice gentleman who lives next door and his name is Jesus so we're pretty stoked about that.
It'll be exciting raising Joey in this place where we hope she will see our example of a welcoming attitude with our friends and neighbors.
It'll be exciting raising Joey in this place where we hope she will see our example of a welcoming attitude with our friends and neighbors. We'd love for our home to be a place where people can put their feet up and rest for a while. Praying that wherever Joey ends up making a home, she will always carry a welcoming heart.

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The Ice Cream Truck

Friday, February 10, 2017

Words & Photography
by Kara Layne



It's amazing really.
They can't hear me no matter where they are in the house,
but they can hear the ice cream truck from two neighborhoods over.

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The Open Road

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Words & Photography
by Kate Paskett


The salve of stillness and the balm of solitude hide in places like this...
The open road holds so many unknowns, so many promises of renewal and hope. This spot felt sacred to me, a space for communion and wholeness and clarity. The salve of stillness and the balm of solitude hide in places like this, on windy ridges and in vast pastures, over icy mountain passes and atop crashing cerulean waves.

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My People

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Words & Photography
by Sarah Holstrom



Today I kinda sucked at being a mom. Truth be told I would have rather been binge watching How To Get Away With Murder instead of changing a million diapers, making food snacks and more food, and building and rebuilding twenty Lego creations.
In that moment the stress of the day washes away and I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude that this is my role and these are my people.
But then I sneak back into their rooms once they are asleep and kiss their sweet cheeks and breathe them in one last time before I go to bed. In that moment the stress of the day washes away and I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude that this is my role and these are my people.

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Sightglass Coffee

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Words & Photography
by Sean Dalton







Rainy days in San Francisco... No better place to hang out than a local coffee shop with incredible coffee.

Sightglass Coffee //
270 7th St.
San Francisco, CA 94103
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Who Lived Here

Monday, February 6, 2017

Words & Photography
by Kristina Nissen



A photo of our home circa 1950's!! The little boy in front lived here. My son now sleeps in his room. The house was built in the late 1800's, and looks nothing like this outside anymore. The porch, which perhaps molded, was torn down along with all the shutters and Victorian details.
...I love knowing who loved our house before us. Who loved in it, and who cried in it, etc. There's something calming about knowing other women raised their babies in this home.
A neighbor gave this photo to me, and I keep it for two reasons: The first, I love knowing who loved our house before us. Who loved in it, and who cried in it, etc. There's something calming about knowing other women raised their babies in this home. The second reason is so that one day I can give it to someone and say, "Make her look like this again. She deserves it."
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All Of Us

Friday, February 3, 2017

Words & Photography
by Kari Jensen



It takes me a while to find my voice when my soul feels so disheartened and confused. I’m the type of person who has to take it in. To sit with it. To feel it. To listen. Truth is, I've been at a loss for words. It was never a matter of speaking my voice however, but, rather, what to say when I speak. And yet I'm still not sure.

We are ALL experiencing something, whether we’re in support of or not. And the feelings that are happening as a result are fierce and overwhelming. We are all charged. We are all shaken. I’ve sat with this for a while now, silent and frozen, with what to share here in this space.
I have read and watched and listened to passionate people eloquently articulate their points of view. I have seen others rage in fear and pain while speaking their truth. Here is mine: we are all in this together.
I have read and watched and listened to passionate people eloquently articulate their points of view. I have seen others rage in fear and pain while speaking their truth. Here is mine: we are all in this together. Our perspectives and passions and experiences and values may differ, but we are all breathing the same air. It is not our job to change others. Rather, it is our job to listen. To see how others see. To feel what others feel. Only then can we truly understand each other, and in doing so we build bridges (not walls) that hold compassion and hope, awareness and opportunity, and most importantly, connection.

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My Little Baby Forever

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Words & Photography
by Nikole Terrado



I constantly go between wanting you to stay my little baby forever,
and being excited about all the amazing things you'll do in this life.
Today in this moment I especially want you to stay my little baby forever
so you can always rock this sweet corduroy romper.

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Trash TV

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Words & Photography
by Miriam Stimpfl



Watching the first new episode of The Bachelor right now,
and I’m very happy that at least someone (the cat, who else)
shares my obscene love for trash tv.
I probably can’t tell you the capital of Morocco,
but I definitely know all the names of the last 6 bachelors (US, Germany),
why Kylie broke up for the 3rd time with Tyga,
and the airing dates of all failed tv shows Khloe has.
 

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