blog — molly yeh

weekend

weekend warriors

we ate pizza and listened to oldies. we churned ice cream and had it with cake. we brunched. we picked tomatoes, romped through the farm, built a fire, typed up invitations... our house smelled like pumpkin and at night we all fell asleep, all tangled in piles of blankets, plopped in front of the tv. 

these first few days of harvest have been so swell! eggboy has been working much longer hours, but egg sister and her man came to visit, so we went out and visited with him and egg dad... i brought them pumpkin bread and stuff! it felt so ferociously like fall, i basked in the crisp air with my sweaters and fluffy socks. oh it was the best.

happy tuesday everyone!

-yeh!

weekend warriors

beans, lots and lots of beans

a full 36 hours with my computer turned off

late nights with tea and a typewriter

early mornings with olive oil cake

eggs benedict with these english muffins and a side of homegrown kale, in front of the last leg of the tour de france. (and a correct inkling that kittel would win this one (!!!))

a sunday morning coffee date over the discussion of honeymoons: a half marathon in hawaii? a bed and breakfast tour of new england? a big fat scandinavian adventure????

a galette with onions and spinach from our garden, lots and lots of parmesan, and a bunch of thoughts on the theme of how about i make a ton of galettes for the wedding?

time spent at one of my very favorite bakeries

coffee, set out to brew overnight, so that it was just strong enough for this fine monday morning...

happy monday!!!!!!

-yeh!

our town bakery

down a straight and dusty road, not more than 20 farmsteads south of ours, is a grain elevator and its town, hillsboro, north dakota. it occupies one square mile that's home to a large city hall with a stately bust of abraham lincoln out front, a very cute vintage shop where blue stickers denote the registered items for whatever town wedding is approaching, and a magical little bakery.

this bakery, our town bakery, is the definition of a gem.

one apple muffin and one bite out of the golden section of eggboy's cinnamon roll is worth every second of the 40 minutes it takes to drive there. and all i want in this moment is one of their sprinkley donuts.

sometimes when we're there we pretend that we're in the bushwick-circa-2009 of the world. if that even makes sense. it's just so much goodness in the middle of so much nowhere. and no you can't ride your bike from manhattan.

so if you're wondering a) what you should do if you ever find yourself in hillsboro without me or, b) what eggboy and i did this weekend when we should have been unpacking/painting/putting up wallpaper/ordering our floors, the answer is our town.

how were all of your weekends?? did you eat anything yummy?

-yeh!