The Athlete turns Nine

This post has been so hard to write.

I’ll start it and then I tear up because well…

I’m a big softy I guess.
I’ve written it.
Deleted it
and re-written it again.

I’ve gone back and forth about
how to write about this EPIC little boy.


The boy that came into our world a mere nine years ago
and shook things up a bit.

He is phenomenal
he somehow finds ways
to amaze me daily.

He’s super smart.

A handsome gentleman,

But also a silly one too.

He can make me laugh with a single look.

Silliest. Cutest. Baseball Boy.

And the way he loves.

My goodness,

He loves wholeheartedly,
so big and so much…
and that astounds me…

I’m his mother.
I get to be his mom.
How cool is that?
How so very awesome?


So grateful.
I’m sooooo….

Thankful, happy, blessed.

I wish so much for you this year.

Your last year of single digit-land.

I wish for more cuts, bumps, and bruises…

Because that means you explored.
You adventured, you played, you did things that children do.

I wish for more home-runs, more goals, and more teamwork.
Because that means you play, and you played hard.

Had me outside in snow to practice. I do  it though, I love playing catch with him.

I love watching you play sports,
I love what it teaches you,

Most importantly,
I love what it teaches me about you.
How gracious you are,
how caring you are about others,
how strong and capable you can be.
How when you fail,
when you fall,
you know how to get back up stronger than ever.
You are tough, you are resilient, and you are brilliant.
You are kind too.

I wish for more laughter.

More fun.

More mom and son talks,

More walks in the park.

Most of all I wish for the thing I don’t have,

More time to keep you little just like this.

Perfectly in this moment,

I’m content to keep you nine.

However, I know that you grow you must,
and I’m curious as ever to see you at 10, 11, 12, 21.
But for now, I am happy to celebrate the
wonderful nine years that I’ve been immensely honored to have with you.

I love you my Little Lion
Happiest of Birthday’s to you…

Until Next Taste,

Baseball, Fall, and Granny J’s Beef Stew

It’s fall y’all
and you know what that means…
Soups, chowders, and stews!
Oh MY!

Guys, this is my season.
I’m certain of it.

I mean…
I’m a winter born baby,
but autumn.
It’s just in my veins.

There’s something about this season
that just makes my heart sing.

The leaves changing,
the brisk chill in the air,
the earth begins its slow collapse into winter
and everything starts to just feel cozy.

But honestly,
It’s the food…
Fall food just makes me happy.

I’m all about soup,
Give me chowders,
All day long!

Let me snuggle up with a good book,
by a fire, some chai tea, along with a bowl of something delicious,
and that’s my idea of heaven on earth.

This Sunday, after a long day…

Heaven happened.

I was able to go to church,
then Mr. Foodie and I had to divide & conquer
(which has to happen from time to time as a family of 6)

The Athlete and I
headed off to baseball practice
and man…

Can you tell he loves selfies? LOL

It was cold.

So, I did what my Granny would have done.
I made beef stew.

It was easy.
It was so delicious,
hearty, and just what one needed on
a cold fall evening by the fire.

One bite, tasted like Granny’s
and for a moment, I was home.
So, without further ado…
From my home to yours…

Granny J’s Beef Stew


2lbs Stew Beef
32oz beef broth
1lb small white potatoes
(diced evenly for thorough cooking)
1 white onion  & 1 yellow onion (chopped)
1 package of baby carrots
5 cloves garlic (minced)
1 Tbsp Worcestershire Sauce
1 Tbsp Balsamic Vinegar
1 Tbsp EVOO
Salt/Pepper (to taste)


Step 1.
First I have to tell you something.
To have the makings of a great beef stew, it all starts with the meat.

You have to season your meat.
Y’all, I’m being for real.

This is what Granny told me,
so it has to be true.

Here is where we deviate a bit…

It’s here, where I want you to get creative,
use your favorite steak seasoning,
and then brown your meat.

Don’t cook it through, but brown each side and set to the side.
You can either brown it in the pan you use for the stew
(I used a Dutch oven)
or in a separate pan,
I like less dishes, I used one pan.
La ti da.

Step 2.
Sauté the onions and garlic
for a couple of minutes, just until you start to smell them.

Step 3.
Pour in the broth, add your potatoes, carrots, Worcestershire, and balsamic.
It’s here you also add the meat back in.

Set your pot to medium heat for about 1 ½ – 2 hours.

Salt and pepper to taste,

Add peas and celery if you want,
My Granny didn’t, so I don’t. LOL.
I garnished with chives from my garden.

Guten Appetite!

Until Next Taste,

Fall in love with Amsterdam

Have you ever been somewhere and thought
I’m never leaving here…

I had never been to a place like this
until I visited Amsterdam…

Okay, so have you ever watched
House Hunters International
and been like…
That’s all hype.

Those people can’t love that city like that…

Y’all… I’m telling you it’s legit.

From the moment I stepped foot in the city….


I honestly, seriously, did not want to leave
and I was crazily trying to come up with reasons to stay
and figure out how I could move there.


I got lost and explored a street market,
the colors were just

Found during a weekend street market

Honestly, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Amsterdam is just one of those cities that if you get a chance to go,


Not touristy go…

But go and get lost.

On a canal tour in Amsterdam

Explore, walk, bike, ride in a boat on the canal, and eat.


Oh my goodness… EAT!
The food.

I think that’s what did it…

I literally ate my way through the city and it was delicious.
And  while I didn’t get to hit every spot I wanted,
the places I did go were amazing and I’m looking forward to round two.


Guys, Amsterdam is such a brilliant history filled place.
So much to see and do…
I simply can’t just write one post about it,
I have to do a series and
I’m looking forward to heading back!

The city just seemed to vibrate and radiate with a feeling…
It was alive. Radiant, joy-filled,
everyone seemed so happy.
It was lovely, clean, fun,
and it was a place that could be
very well one day could be….

Until Next Taste.

Finding Home

Finding Home….

How did I come up with that…
This is the question that keeps getting asked
whenever I tell people about the blog
(which isn’t a lot)

But it’s a question
even I have had to ponder a bit these days
as well…

Finding home.

What does it mean?

What does it look like?

How do you do it?

Why even bother looking for home?

These are questions I’ve asked myself…

Here are my answers…

Finding home.

What does it mean?
It means finding somewhere that makes you feel–remember that word… Feel… familiar,
loving, sweet, special, happy, good, trustworthy, amazing, and phenomenal. It’s a place of peace.
It’s a place where you know you’ve touched on something great when you’re there, and you can be
your truest of true self no matter what. That’s when you know you’re home.

What does it look like?
See above.

How do you do it?
By opening yourself up to experiences and living life,
exploring, traveling, doing, being, going, listening, dancing, singing, writing, acting,
cooking, sewing, crafting, sharing, living, loving, and did I mention doing.
You do whatever sets your heart on fire, sharing life with others, getting out and up and living…
Whatever that may look like for you.
It may be easier said than done, but that is makes the savoring the journey even more delicious.

Why even bother looking?
Because I’ve never really had a home…
I grew up poor.
I was raised by my grandmother and grandpa until around 3st grade,
they taught me a lot. They taught me how to value the bounty of treasure the earth gives
to feed us, and for that I’ll be forever grateful. It made me want to become a chef.  I moved around a lot because my mother was an addict and we never really could stay in one place too long, so…

I grew up without a home…

I’d like to grow into one.

Wherever that is.
Whatever that is.

This Foodie is finding home.

Anyway, I write this post to say,

I decorated…

to share a bit of who I am,
and my story here with you.

All of it, authentic, truth, always.
Right here.

Until Next Taste,

Autumn Pumpkin Soup

Last night I hosted a book club for the first time…

Me. The introvert.


This is big.

I totally invited strangers into my house
on purpose and I cooked.

The best part about all this?

I had fun.

I laughed so hard.
It was a blast!

I can’t wait to host another one.

Want to know what we’re reading?

Sure you do…

We’re reading

Kate Morton’s Distant Hours


Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

I’m pretty stoked about this.

Honestly, I’m more stoked about meeting up with these ladies again.

It really was fun…

You want to know what else was fun?

Making this soup!

It was too easy.

Autumn Pumpkin Soup Deliciousness


2 cans of pure pumpkin
(I used 2 small cans, but if you like pumpkin go on & use 3)
3 Tbsp Curry Powder
2 (13.5) cans coconut milk
32oz vegetable broth
1-2 tablespoons of agave syrup
1 tsp cinnamon
Salt (to taste)

I had some chives from my herbs, some Gouda pictured,
and a bit of turkey from this post.

Take out your crock pots and put this bad boy on low for few hours or high for about 3-4…

Not only will your house smell like heaven, but this soup… It tastes divine…

There’s something about fall…

Leaves changing., the cooler temps
making things cozy,
and then this soup that

Almost… Almost…
Just a little bit

Until Next Taste,

When Parenting Wins Happen

This past weekend was full of epic parenting-ness wins.

The Artist lost  a tooth.

Mr. Foodie was on ToothFairy detail
and like we all do sometimes he slipped up and well…

The Sandman visited him and he

Que panic, quiet panic mind you…
but panic nonetheless…

So… While we’re trying to figure out what to do before she wakes up,
I get a momentary stroke of genius.

Write a note.

Thank you, thank you…
No need to applaud my brilliance.


Mr. Foodie stops pulling out his hair
and says,
“You know… She did say it was her favorite tooth.”

I look at him, and say this is the best news EVER!


And write  a note we did…

Now my job here is done, I let you keep  the last one. ToothFairy ❤

She woke up happy.

Thrilled even that  she  not only got her money,
but  that she was able to keep her favorite tooth
(not sure what that craziness is about, but let us pray that it is truly the last tooth)

On to parent win #2

Brought to us by a serendipitous meeting at a craft fair.

My friends…

Can I call you friends?
Are we to that point yet?
We are?
Listen friends…

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.

I’m not crafty.
I’m not.

I probably should be arrested on sight if you ever see me wielding a pair of scissors,  a glue gun, needle and thread, heck…  even paint for that matter. Modge podge? Forget it.

However, I love crafty things.

I love them.
Etsy is my jam.
I can spend hours on that website
and the amount of dollars…
Well. We just won’t talk about that right now, because a certain guy reads this blog
and willbeveryupsetbecausethiswillvalidatehispointwithmyobsessionwithcraftythings.

But I digress. 🙂


This past weekend I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Ashlee of
Magnolia Designs
and much to my delight she makes some incredibly beautiful things,
but it’s her mason jar tumbler that ends up in this post…

Zero Fox Given… Hilarious! This tumbler is a huge hit in my office.

Now if you’re following me on Instagram (foodiefindshome), there is an awesome video that accompanies this.
If not… Go foxing watch it.
Apparently toddlers saying fox is the funniest thing EVER.

Thank you for the laughs Ashlee!

Looking forward to our bags and getting more items from your amazing shop.

Parenting can be full of fails, but that makes the wins when they happen
taste so much sweeter.

I hope you all have a beautiful week wherever you are.

Share one  win with me!

Until next taste,

PS. Don’t forget to go visit Ashlee’s shop either. Seriously. It’s awesome.