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pink buds & ban chan

Today is day 20 for us here in the Boston area. School is out until May 4th (for now). It has been interesting to watch my husband run his high school from our kitchen table while I work in the studio to close down Squam for the year, a larger task than you might imagine. 

The reddish buds on the trees are slaying me right now and their rosy hues are lifting my heart just enough. 

Yesterday was a little heavy and restless and cold. I may have had leftover apple crisp for breakfast. We did get out for a short walk around the neighborhood, down the rail trail and around the nearby scenic mall. This book caught my eye in a Little Free Library down the street, and I'm thinking of going back for it. 

I also made the hour long trip to our local(ish) Korean supermarket to stock up on a bit of ban chan and noodles and kimchee. It felt very different than our neighborhood supermarket. Everyone was wearing masks and gloves were being handed out to customers at the door. The intensity of the current situation felt ever more present and I noticed there were very few caucasian faces in the unusually thin crowd. I can only imagine how exponentially hard the Asian community is being hit by all of this.

As a small treat, I bought these cute little sharing dishes for all of our sides. Along with some of our favorites, (sautéed spinach, sweet + salty soy beans, spicy and pickled radish, fish cakes, dried spicy anchovies, sesame cucumbers, pickled ginger), the colors and flavors neatly served up in these little bowls was quite satisfying and much enjoyed. 

It's the small and easy things that are making me smile these days, including the teenager's evil genius April fools prank of relocating everything in our kitchen, overnight. We woke up this morning to a fruit bowl full of spices and every pantry shelf mixed up with things not where they're supposed to be. I'll give it to him, he did make us laugh! It took me forever to put the groceries away and find the clementines.

What is brightening your days?


  1. The evil genius of that prank!?!
    I love that you bought sharing dishes for your sides. Those will bring smiles for a long time to come.

    What's brightening my days? When my kids sit together and play guitar/ukulele. It always makes me smile.
    Also, the birds at the feeder. They keep cleaning me out ;) But I haven't tired yet of refilling :)

    1. How cool you get private concerts from your kids - that's sweet for sure! We are loving the birds too - seen anything cool yet? We are hoping for some hummingbirds this season too.


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