A New Home

I have arrived.

In Austin, I mean.

After spending four days in a car with a good friend, I am finally here. The room is full of my stuff, piles and piles of things stacked on top of more things, as I shove my way into my sister and brother-in-law’s life.

Imagine me dancing into your life with jazz hands. That is how I feel– HERE I AM!! I shout as I wiggle my way into their world. Hound dog included. I suppose it is a nice package to find? Maybe?

Needless to say, the road trip was long. Really long. It also involved surviving on mixed nuts and carrot sticks. We had one real meal when we found ourselves in a small kitchen in Colorado where our friend’s Matt and Kelsey threw together homemade pizza (dough included). They even made a kale salad on the side and my own vegan pizza. Best hosts ever.

It is funny when you see someone after not seeing them for a year, and both of your lives have been flipped upside down. You have taken on new adventures, new people, new lives– and all of it is so good. Seeing such joy and new plans for the future lifted up my soul. What a good stop along the way to my brand new adventure.

And now here I am. Laying on an air mattress covered in sweat and dirt and one too many bug bites (perhaps the West Nile is already seeping into my blood– is that how it works?). I moved to Austin in such a rush in anticipation for a farm apprenticeship. Today was the first day. I spent the morning weeding and chatting with people who know, love and can’t help but spread the knowledge about this town. The restaurants to try, the swimming holes to go to, the hikes to take. These are good people. This is a good place.

I saw a spider bigger than I cared to see, and crickets flew at me from every direction. I harvested peppers that taste like sweet and smell like honey. I drank more water then I have in a long time and dealt with the 95 degree heat like a champ (everyone else commented on how “cool” it was…oh man).

Yes. I think I can handle this life. I think that I can nestle down into this town, make myself a life here. A life filled with fresh produce and eggs, a life with bikes on the front porch and a black dog who just can’t seem to stop panting.

Welcome home.

Homemade Pizza Dough

* adapted from Gotta Little Space to Fill blog

This dough is awesome. It only takes 10 minutes to rise, tastes like heaven, and watching my friend Matt hurry around the kitchen and show off his bulk flour and yeast was the cutest. I will think of this recipe with a fond heart.

1 packet yeast (2 1/4 teaspoons)
1 cup warm water
2 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon honey
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons olive oil

Preheat oven to 400F. In a large bowl, combine the yeast and warm water and stir until the yeast dissolves. Add the flour, salt, honey and olive oil; stir to combine using first a wooden spoon then your hands. Let dough rest for 10 minutes.

Sprinkle baking sheet with cornmeal and press dough into it to your desired thickness. Top with your toppings and bake for approximately half an hour or until crust is golden, toppings are heated through and cheese is bubbly.


Ah. Those people.

You know the ones. Face hurting, belly splitting, eye brow raising people. Singing on the train, interpretive dancing and the endless sarcasm people. The calm, confident people.

These are the ones for me.

Throwing caution to the wind and skirting responsibility I spent a good chunk of time being awesome with three incredible human beings.

Nothing short of refreshing to be in a fantastic city, doing fantastic things. Are there anymore synonyms for great? I will use all of them to describe my time in Portland.


As previously mentioned, I love this city. I love it even more when I am shown around by dudes that a) know the city well after living here for years and years b) are some of the most hilarious people I know c) can make any activity a shit show of sass.

I am a big fan of sass.

Dreams came true in Portland. I got to see Beasts of the Southern Wild (magical), got to drink a plethora of beer at brew fest, got to see what kind of bluegrass spectacular Portland had to offer (nothing spectacular about it, but unlimited fodder for joke after joke after joke) and got to lay in the grass and figure out what is so special about quiet afternoons in the park.

Like I said, these are my kinds of people.

I also ate out a lot. Thai and mexican and brunch galore. The one nice thing about returning home was getting back to the kitchen. Whipping up this lil’ treat was a perfect way to get my stomach back into balance, and sigh my way back into my routine of work, sleep, work: repeat.

Portland, I miss you already.

Cauliflower Crust Pizza with Kale Pesto

adapted from Love and Lemons

2 cups ground raw cauliflower flourettes (about 1 small head)
3/4 cup almond flour (I used regular flour because I didn’t have almond flour and didn’t want to go to the store)
3 eggs (or you could try flax eggs if vegan)
pinches of salt
a few grinds of pepper
1/2 teaspoon onion powder (optional)
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder (optional)
2-3 tablespoons nutritional yeast (optional)

whatever pizza toppings you like, I followed Love and Lemon’s suggestion and did the kale pesto (kale, olive oil, pine nuts, garlic, salt and pepper and lemon– chose how much of each and blend in a food processor. BAM), roasted tomatoes, sautéed broccoli and toasted pine nuts. So bomb.


Preheat oven to 450 degrees.

Chop cauliflower and pulse flourettes in a food processor. Be careful not to puree it or grind it until it’s mushy. You’re going for a “riced” fluffy consistency. It should not be sticking together at this point.

Whisk 3 eggs and mix all of the rest of the crust ingredients together and form into a ball. We kind of just slopped it out onto the baking sheet and pressed it around until it was flat-ish… This doesn’t look like dough, feel like dough, or taste like pizza dough. It is delicious. Shoot for “dough” that is 1/4″ thick.

We popped that bad boy in the oven for 25 minutes, removed it from the oven and then put all the toppings on. We put it BACK into the oven for another 5 minutes, and let everything get warm. After removing from the oven, we drizzled on some balsamic vinegar and I topped mine with more nutritional yeast (it is like gold to me).

Mama ate hers while drinking a delicious Amber ale, which I had to mournfully turn down as my nose is getting stuffy (you know, just an early August cold… what?!) and I drank a BIT too much this weekend. Oops.

Eat. Enjoy.