Cheddar Cheese & Chive Buttermilk Biscuits + captures of spring

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I love biscuits. You know the type, the ones you can only find in that hole-in-the-wall, backroad diner somewhere deep in the heart of the South. A place where the cookin’ is good and the waitress refers to everyone as “honeychile”. I love those kind of biscuits with their golden tops and buttery layers. Pulling them apart releases a steady trail of steam that ascends upwards. A heaping spread of jam or apple butter layered gracefully over each piece and you have got yourself a mighty fine breakfast. There is something so rustic and beautiful about a homemade biscuit. Growing up, it was one rare occasion Momma Crawford would make biscuits homemade (Father prefers the store bought kind. I know, he’s crazy!) But when she did…oh momma YES!

No-Bake S'mores Cookie Butter Cheesecake + the art of weakness

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Recently I’ve been grappling with the idea of weakness. Weakness. Just looking at the word feels like daggers are digging deep into my chest. A taboo term we don’t like to throw around the table unless the term is aimed towards ourselves, then it’s greeted as if it’s an old friend. Why is it that we find the weakest person to be ourselves? It’s because we know ourselves all too well. I am the only person in the world who knows every single facet and aspect of my singular existence. I know all my strengths and weaknesses. I can pick out each and every imperfection and scrutinize it piece by piece. As of lately, though, I have noticed myself evaluating my self-worth by the number of times I hadn’t failed on a given day. For some reason, I have been determining my happiness on the basis of how many times I do or do not stutter. That, my friend, is a dangerous game to play.

Lavender & Dark Chocolate Babka + Thoughts from the Woods

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Three cheers everyone, final exams are officially over!! *insert a sigh of relief* YESS!! I couldn’t be more excited. I have been done with school since spring break. So glad for the summer break. I’m celebrating the end of the school year like any respectable food blogger would, by making some food and taking pictures of it! From late night study sessions to early morning exams, I needed a chance to rest my brain, so I went outside and photographed a bit. There is something so therapeutic about the combination of photography and nature. Whenever I’m feeling stressed or anxious, I set my sights for the woods. In the sea of hanging branches and dirt pathways, I find peace. In the woods, I can be alone and simply capture all of the simple beauty the landscape has to offer. The woods are definitely my favorite place to photograph. The way the light silhouettes through the trees, creating shadows across my path. This is where I find my serenity and inspiration.