Smoked salmon bagel with capers


My absolute favorite topped bagel is the smoked salmon at Einstein's Bagels. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch..and probably a light dinner if I wanted to. Not all in the same day of course..

To save a little money, I decided to gather the ingredients and make it at home myself.  

Here is what you'll need:  

-1 bagel, sliced (your favorite-I tend to stick with the savory) 

-1 tbs cream cheese

-1 tbs capers

-half of a medium tomato, sliced thinly

-1 tbs red onion, sliced thinly  

-1/4 cup packaged smoked salmon  

Once you've toasted your bagel, spread on that cream cheese and top with all of your other ingredients. The salmon is perfectly salty, the capers and red onion bring just enough acidity, the schmere is creamy.

Im thinking of making this without the cream cheese and bagel and substituting with a fried or scrambled egg for a gluten and dairy free option, but I haven't tried it just yet. :)

I hope you enjoy this little treat just at much as I do!  


much love, 






I've been trying to challenge myself creatively. I haven't actually had much time to paint, but when I have, it's been something different than I normally do or abstract..which is pretty new to me, but I find that the best way to expand my abilities is to just go for it. Part of doing something random or abstract is what makes me look further into what I'm painting, as if it's reflecting back something I haven't seen within myself. I've spent a lot of time doodling painting smaller pieces of things I love. But when I do see something looking back at me from a different project, it's important that I try to understand it. 

When we are given the time to create, it's like we release our inner thoughts, maybe ones that haven't quite made it to the surface. Or maybe they're thoughts we are familiar with, but somehow our projects connect the parts that were missing. Maybe it reminds us, inspires us, or wakes us out of a dry season. 

This particular piece, once I stepped back to dissect it, reminded me that we are made to be rooted. Rooted in love, community, Faith, helping others. Without being rooted, we most likely are in a state that doesn't push us or motivate us. It's like we are sitting in stagnate water. 

I had this dream while I was in Chicago. I can't even describe what actually went on in the dream, except that when I woke up, I felt the need to help others with my gifts in some way or another, and to love people more by my actions. I felt it so strongly as I woke up and told Matt right away, those feelings pressing into my chest. I know God was telling me something. What was so surprising to me is that I don't normally have such eye opening dreams. Normally they're weird and confusing. But this I was so sure of the message.

 During the moments I painted this, I reminded myself how easily I tend to stay stagnate and comfortable with where I am. I forget to use my gifts to help others, I become selfish with my time, I settle and I may even hibernate for a few weeks away from people. It's not that I don't love people, it's more that I've been sucked back into fear and insecurity. And when I do those things, it's like I've pulled my whole self out of the dirt, roots and all, and I'm just hanging there. I'm not growing, or moving forward with goals I've had for years. YEARS. Instead I'm stagnate, a dangling plant that has been cut off from water, ground and sunlight. It's not until I realize that I am dangling in the open air, a part from nourishing soil that I somehow find a hole to nestle in and start again. Maybe parts of me are still hanging, the part that wants to actually use my creativity instead of placing it on the back burner. When I do finally decide to plant those ideas and dreams, maybe it's because of something I've read, seen, or one of those odd nights I put my hands to work without knowing what will come out of it. But at least I'm moving again, reaching for sunlight and my leaves are revived-my face looking up. 

What parts of you are stagnate? What can you do today to replant your roots? Is it reaching out to a friend for coffee that you haven't seen in a while? Maybe it's cooking a new dish, picking up yoga, journaling, or going to an event where you might meet new people. Maybe even, you're being called to find balance and to be still, finding quiet time and less instagram. ;) Be encouraged that you're never stuck as long as you recognize where you are. It can be a leap of faith, or just a single step to lead you out of it. 

Much Love,  



Creamy roasted red pepper and cauliflower soup with goat cheese


Sometimes when I get in a rut in the kitchen, I like to surf over my Pinterest food board and find something I've not made before. And I have to admit-I didn't actually read through the whole recipe until this evening. Heck, I didn't even have 4 red peppers-just two. But! I substituted with more cauliflower and It was still delicious. The thought of adding in two more delicious oven roasted peppers next time, delights me-knowing the flavor will be even better. Soups are a great way to extend your weekly eating and maybe even save some money. We paired ours with some grilled chicken sandwiches topped with mixed greens and a lemon aoli served on a baguette. 

From now on, I'll be featuring a few of my favorite Pinterest recipe finds here and there, aside from my originals.   


So here's what you'll need:   

  • 4 red bell pepper
  • 1 small head cauliflower
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 onion, diced
  • 2 cloves garlic, chopped
  • 1 teaspoon thyme, chopped
  • 1 pinch red pepper flakes
  • 4 cups chicken or vegetable broth 
  • 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
  • 4 ounces goat cheese, crumbled
  • salt and pepper to taste

First, preheat your oven to broil. Cut your bell peppers in half and remove the seeds. Place the insides of the peppers face down on a baking sheet and roast for 10 minutes. Once they are roasted, then place them in an air tight container to steam for 20 minutes-this will allow you to pull off the skins and dice them. While they're steaming, cut your cauliflower into small florets and place on a baking sheet. Pour 1 tbs of olive oil over them and roast in the oven at 400 degrees for 30 minutes until tender, tossing once through.

Heat the oil in a large pan over medium heat and cook the onion until tender, about 3-5 minutes.

Add the garlic, thyme and red pepper flakes and toss together about a minute. Add the roasted red peppers, cauliflower, broth, paprika and goat cheese to simmer for 10 minutes. Next you'll want to puree your soup to a smoother consistency by either slowly transferring it to a blender, or keeping it in your pot and using a hand blender. Season with salt and pepper and top it off with extra goat cheese and fresh thyme. 

This recipe serves 4.


This recipe was originally found at Closet Cooking.  For original recipe, nutrition and serving information, visit the link above. 

Hope you enjoy!  

Much Love,  


Until we meet again, Nanaw.


Yesterday we said our goodbyes to Nanaw at her graveside service in Mansfield, MO. Family gathered that hadn't been together in years to say goodbye to this cherished woman. The emotion was somber, but full of hope and peace for someone that we knew didn't have to suffer anymore- no longer lonely after losing her Husband in the 1970's. Her body lay at rest in a silvery blue casket, no longer sickly and broken, and her soul with Jesus.

I have been comforted lately by that very thing, going in and out of sadness and sobbing before old memories I know that we will never experience again on this Earth. But she is with Jesus. With only a few days left, I had never seen anyone so sure of where she was going. She was looking death in the eyes without fear or hesitation- nothing could scare her or shake her confidence. I praise God that she wasn't over taken by confusion and dementia-Gods grace poured over in those last moments we had with her-reassuring peace in our own hearts.

Memories we all had in her home-they stay with us. Cherry picking, running down her backyard hill, swinging on that yellow metal swing, tasting her blackberry cobbler like she made it, playing checkers at her house, listening to her say "I'd better test that chocolate cake to see if it's moist.." when really, I would chuckle at the thought that she just wanted to have dessert before dinner. 

Her garden was full of cabbage, tomatoes, green beans, radishes that my dad would eat whole with just a sprinkle of salt. She would whoop your hiney if you were up to no good, and would always tease you about it, but was the sweetest little lady I've ever known and loved. 

Her presence was still there yesterday, even though we knew she was gone. With told stories of the things she would say, the love letters written between Pappy and her while he was in the war, how all the granddaughters inherited her long locks of hair. 


I have placed small items of hers around the house, practical and sentimental-the small and clear shot glass on my kitchen window seal, the cream tea kettle that will always warm my heart when it begins to whistle. The few photos I have of her, the bible I placed on my mantle, filled with newspaper clippings, and locks of hair tied with pink ribbon that we may never know whose they are. Her black metal stapler on my desk--all of these things won't keep me from missing her less or replace who she was in my life, but in some way-she will be in my home through these things, and I pray also through the work of my hands, the keeping of our home and serving others in it. 

I woke up thankful this morning for the utmost grace and goodness of The Lord-knowing without hesitancy that she is with Him and with loved ones that have passed over the 93 years she lived. I rejoice in The Lord today, while my heart still weeps of missing her-I know she is better off in the arms of my savior than my own. 

Rest in peace Nanaw and don't forget to tease the others just a little.

I Love you so much.

Until we meet again,



Garlic, orange & thyme roasted whole chicken


Cooking a big meal is therapeutic for me. Much like painting a project, creating illustrations, or when I'm real stressed and can't sit still..I clean my house. Usually cleaning happens if I'm stressed or we are having guests over. I'm trying to get better at the in between times when I still need to do the dishes and wipe down everything-but for now we just need more guests over and for me to be a stress ball in order for things to be squeaky clean.

As for the recipe-this was a new angle of flavors for the roasted chicken. My lovely in laws family in CA sent us oranges from their farm and I still had thyme left over so I thought, why not? And as for the garlic, well you can't go wrong with fresh garlic in my book. 

 For this chicken roasting adventure you will need:  

-1 whole chicken (mine was 5.5 lbs) 

-1 TBS olive oil  

-1 large white or yellow onion, sliced.  

-4TBS butter  (salted or unsalted-I always go with salted) 

-2 large garlic cloves, minced. ( I love using my microplane tool for this-minces that garlic with charm)

-salt & pepper 

-2 juicy navel oranges  

-a big bunch of thyme (yes, a big ol' bunch)  


Start by preheating your oven to 475. Slice your onion and toss in the bottom of your Dutch oven or large mouthed pot. Toss in a few sprigs of thyme while you're at it. Then begin prepping your chicken-remove your giblets from the cavity and if you're me...discard them because you don't want to touch them any longer-and set in your Dutch oven over your sliced onion and sprigs of thyme. Pour your olive oil over each side and spread over the chicken- I like this because it keeps the seasoning on the chicken and adds some loving tenderness. Season with salt and pepper each side, generously. Melt the butter in a ramekin. After melted, add the chopped thyme, and your minced garlic. Stir and let it set. 

While your butter sets up a bit, cut into your navel oranges. Slice one thinly, and chop the other in quarters. Set aside. Okay now go back to that buttery garlic goodness. Pour all over your chicken-front and back. Leave a small amount to run underneath the top skin, to really let the flavor sink in and get that skin nice and crispy. You will need to gently lift the skin from the chicken breasts in order to pour it underneath. 


Now back to your oranges. Squeeze the juice over and around the chicken. Stuff a few of the rinds into the cavity of the chicken. Lay a few slices on top-this just looks pretty. The rest of the sliced rinds can go around the chicken. Add a few more sprigs over and around that chicken-let it know it is loved by thyme and everyone that will want to eat its goodness. 

Place your chicken in the oven for 18 minutes at 475 degrees F.

Afterwards, drop your oven down to 350 and bake 20 mins for each lb. Since my chicken was 5.5 lbs- I cooked mine for 1 hour and 50 minutes following the first 18 mins. Let's just say that's all the math my mind could handle today-hah!


I hope you all enjoy these new flavors  I tried on the baked chicken. My inspiration for this whole chicken adventure was inspired by the Bowl of Delicious' roasted chicken. 

I'd say for an easy dinner, I would add some garlic roasted potatoes and maybe some greens on the side-then you're set! While the chicken cooks for an hour or two, you've got time to sit back with some wine and a good book ( if you're lucky) or finish cleaning up your house like I do before guests arrive.  

Hope you enjoy!  

Much love, L  


Sweet Nanaw

I haven't experienced the loss of a loved one in years. Since my childhood, it's been short glimpses back of my grandfathers passing, the final breaths he drew when I watched him suffer in his final weeks. He always called me Lindsay-Lou, and would sing a little jig about how "Lindsay-lou, lost her shoe-didn't know what to do.." 

The other I remember, was an elderly woman named Marceline, who was my neighbor growing up, along with her Husband Harold, who is in his mid 90's and has still mowed his yard the last few years and creates beautiful wooden furniture. He made our dining table for us, that we will, of course, always cherish.

Marceline fell on her front steps and it resulted in a head injury that took her to meet Jesus a couple weeks later.  

Harold and Marceline would babysit me when I was younger. I'd go over to their home and Marceline would make a homecooked meal, and you could count on her to always have a pie or some sort of dessert too. Harold would light fires in their fireplace and I would watch him build it and enjoy the smokey scent and glowing embers. They harvested green beans, fresh tomatoes and other countless things, including flowers, from their garden. They were truly something special. 

And now the time has come that I've said my goodbyes to my sweet Nanaw. Petite, strong willed woman. She worked every day of her life-whether it was in the old shoe factory or at home, serving her family. She wouldn't let you get her a cup of water if you wanted to and you couldn't make her sit down before everyone else even though she had spent all sunday on her feet cooking a big meal for the family. Truly a servant's heart. 

When I was a little girl, She would let me comb through her hair, as I played as her beautician, or I would play "operation" on her arm, for "surgery" as she'd sit real still and talk to me while I did what my imaginary mind had made up. I would stay with her for a week some Summers. There wasn't much to do in her small town, but before the sun began to set, we would spend time sitting outside together, maybe even the neighbors would join and we would sit in our lawn chairs or on the yellow metal bench swing, watching the hummingbirds zoom in and out of the yard that was filled with a large garden that she had harvested many veggies, and a cherry tree beside it that many pies were filled with its bearings. We would watch the fireflies come out of hiding, blinking, twinkling. It was a simple time with conversation and sweet silence, just sitting and enjoying the cicada's buzzing and birds beginning to find their slumber. 

I have thousands of sweet memories with Nanaw. I'll never forget the time she cried when I was getting ready to marry Matt in a few weeks and packing my things to leave for California. I had never seen her cry like that..and just like her, she tried walking away, but I managed to hold her close. 

And that is what I know I'll be thinking of these next few weeks, if not for a long time. Memories of her, the things she said and how she always made me feel loved and cared for- Important. 

The last few days before she passed, Nanaw told me she was ready to go. She said " I'm ready, are you?" She told my mom that she was just ready to go to heaven. I could not have asked for more peace and clarity that she had-while my mind was occupied with so much, God did that without me asking. The last week after seeing her, I knew in my spirit it was the last time I'd see her. After more complications and circumstances that we're telling us she didn't have much longer to live-the Holy Spirit was with me, giving me peace and understanding. Knowing that she will be better off, in the arms of Jesus. 

My mom called me at 4:30 am yesterday morning, and when I saw I had a voicemail, I knew. I didn't dread it-she passed away peacefully in her sleep and I knew she was with Jesus, just as she had wished for.  

So this Mother's Day, will be a bit hard, knowing my Dad and Mom have lost a caring mother, and that my sister and I lost a very special grandmother. I can only take comfort in knowing that while we lost Nanaw for now, she is in Heaven, rejoicing with others she's lost along the way, and probably cracking a joke or two. We know we will one day be together again. 

I know without a doubt God has linked us all together-He has made us as beings that need one another. With each one passing, there is so much left behind-the impression on others, the compassion that was shared will be passed down, the things they taught us, will remain with us and will transform us into better people. We will leave behind an imprint one day-I pray that we all think of that-while our Spirits will be elsewhere, what will your imprint be to those that you loved and knew? 

I know Nanaws will be here for a long time-shining out love and selflessness. 


Much Love,  


Ramekin baked eggs with spinach, parmesan and thyme.

Yesterday Matt and I had way too much fried food....and okay yes, ice cream too, are you happy? The kind of food you wake up with in the morning because you feel like you've been hit by a truck. Sound familiar? :) I'll just say when I get off track of eating healthy, it's times like these that I finally tell my body-"okay! okay! I'll treat you better!" So today we needed a light lunch. This is one of my favorites lately. I was really inspired a while back by this recipe to create my own. Sometimes the ingredients vary, whether I have spinach or kale, fresh herbs or what kind cheese is in the fridge. But I know one thing, we always have eggs. They're cheap and quick to make. 

For this breakfast or light lunch recipe, you will need: 

2 ceramic ramekins

4 eggs

2 TBS shredded parmesan

Two large handfuls of spinach greens  

1 TBS butter  

A few sprigs of fresh thyme  

salt & pepper to season


serves 2


Start by preheating your oven to 400 degrees. Melt 1/2 a tbs of butter in each ramekin, coating the bottom of each dish. Place a small pot of salted water on top of the stove and bring boil--toss in your spinach for 1-2 minutes, just enough to soften it. 

Once spinach is soft, drain water from the greens and divide in the bottom of each ramekin. Sprinkle half of your shredded Parmesan in each dish over your spinach. Crack two eggs into each dish of spinach and cheese. Top with the remaining cheese. Top with your fresh thyme leaves and season with salt and pepper. 

Place ramekins on a cookie sheet and place in the oven. Set your timer for 16-18 minutes and wait for the eggs to set! You should have a yoke that is partially soft-not hard but not runny either.

I like to eat this with some fresh fruit or French baguette.  

Hope you enjoy! 


Much love, 



Learning Friendship


The best thing about Springfield is that you can meet some really genuine people. A year or more ago I was scared of making friends. Many of mine had moved away or we lost touch. I wanted friends and I wanted to be a friend to others, but it had been so long since I had tried developing new friendships.

I had been through some heartache and I kind of became a recluse. I wasn't ready for others to see my pain. I figured heartache wasn't a pretty thing to see. I figured my smiles weren't genuine enough since my eyes couldn't quite smile along. 

Is it possible to forget how to make a friend? Is it possible to feel a little lost in how in how to do this thing called friendship? That's how it felt for a while. I began to re-learn this language. In order to develop true friendships, I knew I had to stop being so scared of what others thought of me, and be comfortable with myself, comfortable with my story, in my own skin. 

I know that my face is easy to read. I know that when I'm hurt, it shows. I know that when I'm in a season of uncertainty, it shows. I didn't want anyone to see that. I didn't want to have to explain if my smiles weren't convincing enough. 

When you choose to open up and are able to be vulnerable with others around you, they do the same. It's pretty clear if you have a wall up. It's pretty clear that you're scared of reaching below the surface if you dodge it with superficial conversation. And sometimes yes, superficial conversation comes before reaching the deepened roots-the good stuff, the stories that are relatable and the ones that really help us to understand each other's character and volume. Sometimes smiling through it until we are comfortable enough to open up, is okay even if smiling isn't how we are feeling on the inside. On gloomy days, I'll make myself smile in the car, you know.. Just to get those muscles working. Because sometimes you have to wake those guys up and get them moving. Otherwise, your face might be flat all day long. I'll admit that I can really look like a sad puppy certain days. 

Our roots can be ugly, twisted, unappealing to look at. But they give us depth. They sprout us above ground into something beautiful, into something reachable and vulnerable. 

Ive made a lot of friendships through Instagram. I never thought I would, but as I've prayed for deeper relationships, God has used the tools around me to connect with others. And I'm really thankful for that. 

We need to stop being so afraid of each other. We need to take the first step and ask others out for coffee dates and over for dinners. We need fellowship in our lives. People to talk to and grow with. People to laugh with and tell stories to. And sometimes, someone just to listen.  


Much Love,