As I put Micah to bed, Colin was downstairs baking a second malawa. The smell of freshly baked bread while holding a sleeping baby had me feeling all the feels.…

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I like to think that I can handle a little spice. This wasn’t always the case. I certainly have not grown to love it as much as some people I…

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We decided to open a random country generator on the internet and cook a meal from the first country that came up. We sat with eager anticipation thinking we’d be making Indian…

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