April 20, 2026
☕
There's a small roaster on the corner of 5th and Main that I'd walked past a hundred times without noticing. Last Tuesday, with twenty minutes to kill before a meeting, I finally stepped in. The barista — who turned out to be the owner — handed me a cup of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe that genuinely changed my morning.
It had this bright, almost tea-like quality. Notes of blueberry and jasmine that lingered long after the last sip. I've been thinking about it all week.
coffee
local finds
April 12, 2026
🏔️
We drove north on Friday evening, windows down, the kind of sunset that turns everything gold. The cabin had no WiFi — which felt like a problem for about fifteen minutes and then felt like the entire point.
Saturday morning I woke up to fog rolling through the valley. Made instant coffee on the porch (ironic, given my usual standards) and watched it all happen. Sometimes the best thing to do is absolutely nothing.
travel
weekend
March 28, 2026
🍞
The first three loaves were bricks. I'm being generous calling them loaves. But attempt number four — something clicked. The crumb was open, the crust actually crackled when I tapped it, and the kitchen smelled incredible for hours.
I think the secret was patience. I let the dough cold-ferment for 18 hours instead of rushing it. There's probably a life lesson in there somewhere.
cooking
baking
March 15, 2026
A quiet month, which meant more reading time than usual. Three books finished, one abandoned halfway through (no shame in that). Quick notes on each:
Klara and the Sun by Ishiguro — Beautiful and unsettling. The kind of book that sits with you for days. Four Thousand Weeks by Burkeman — Made me rethink how I spend my mornings. Station Eleven — Re-read for the third time. Still perfect.
books
reading