Last night my clutch was stolen—and to makes things worse, it was my favorite Claire Vivier—straight out of my very unlocked car. It was a big ol’ gigantic bonehead move on my part. I blame my dad. He never locked the front door because he was raised in The South in the 70s where no one locked their doors and people actually borrowed sugar from their neighbors. I tend to shrug off the idea that people will steal from me because, well, I wouldn’t steal from me!
Luckily no real damage was done. I actually didn’t even realize it was stolen until I went to grab my wallet when I went to pick-up my takeout Chinese food at Pine & Crane. The restaurant took pity on my moneyless-self and gave me my dinner on the house. I thought that was so nice; it made me believe in good people all over again. I got all these fuzzy feelings in my tummy at how nice they were about it.
In moments like these, I need comfort. And in my world that comfort comes in form of breakfast. This is what I like to think of as a summer porridge. Something you’d eat during the warmer months.
This recipe comes from the book, The Homemade Flour Cookbook, by Erin over at Naturally Ella. In this book, Erin explores the variety of ways you can grind your own flours at home. And, it includes a ton of recipes that focuses on those flours, seeds and even beans. I think it’s a really interesting book. I thumbed through most of the recipes and fell in love with this flax porridge with peaches. I love a good porridge but had yet to try one with flax in it.
Lots of hippie-dippie things are going on in the world right now and I figured we should talk about them.
To start, birkenstocks are back in style. I bought a white pair last week and I’m currently expecting their arrival. Pretty excited about ’em, you guys. I might even live on the edge and wear them with a cute pair of socks. Sue me.
And Tevas!! Also back in style. Not sure how I feel about this return. They kinda bring back some terrible 90s nightmares.
Speaking of Colorado-type things…granola! Grain-free granola is totally a thing. No grains. No gluten. And while we’re at it, no refined sugar. You would think I’d be leading you down a depressing healthy hole of complete nonsense but seriously this is my favorite granola in the entire world. Yes, I’m absolutely serious. There’s a good chance that after this I won’t ever return to oat-based granola. Why would I? I don’t need them. I have nuts like almonds, walnuts and macadamia, and seeds like sunflower and black sesame. And a bunch of delicious fruit like golden berries and goji berries.
I’m in love. Today’s post is my ode to granola-y-type things.
Last night I “slept” with rage in my heart and a pillow tightly pressed against my ear. Somewhere in the abyss, also known as the mini forest thingy right outside my bedroom window, was a dog that clearly was not happy about being put outside. So he or she barked. And then barked and barked for a solid four hours straight, maybe longer. At first I didn’t hear it but then it was ALL I could hear.
After hour one of said dog’s incessant barking, realizing it wasn’t going to end, I started to run down scenarios in my head.
Do I drive my car to the house and knock on the owner’s door at 3am?
Will they murder me? Do I call the police?
Do police even care about dogs barking?
Or do I just get ear plus because knocking on a stranger’s door at 3am sounds like a murder waiting to happen? Probably get ear plugs. Who likes confrontation? Not me. Poor dog.
If it happens again tonight I have no idea what I’ll do….ahh! What should I do?!