Dizzy Swallows

With Child

With Child

July 10th, 2015

There are periods, things, events in life that overwhelm me with their significance to the point that I find myself utterly lost for words, unable to distill the sheer immensity, depth, complexity into a finite collection of letters. Our wedding was such an event. The past seven months of pregnancy have been such a time. Now in my eighth month, I can feel this time drawing to a close and I know I will kick myself in the future if I don’t attempt to give it even the most fleeting description here. So forgive this vain attempt, this rambling yet also inadequate pass at something resembling an account.

Though I am a trained doula, and though I have educated myself ad nauseam on the subjects of pregnancy and birth, there are pieces that can only be truly understood when they occur in ones own body. I couldn’t have imagined the … Continue reading

Five Years!

Five Years!

June 16th, 2015 1 Comment

Incredibly, amazingly today marks five years since I began dizzy swallows! Five!

By way of commemorating the occasion, here is the very first post. My, how things have changed (and not just my taste in music)! Speaking of music, this classic has been filling my days of late. Thought you might enjoy as well.

Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me! And especially those of you who have been here since the beginning. What a joy!

More soon. Xxxx

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Of Rhubarb and Nurseries

Of Rhubarb and Nurseries

May 26th, 2015

Hello darlings. I hope you are well and enjoying the warmth of spring! Things have quietly been humming along here. My prized peonies have started to bloom, the days are fast approaching the timbre of early summer, and at nearly 26 weeks my belly now resembles a soccer ball stuffed under my shirt (if soccer balls could kick).

One of my favorite spoils of this time of year are the firm, ruddy stalks of rhubarb gracing the farmer’s market bins. A few days ago I went on something of a rhubarb baking binge, transforming several pounds into a pot of silky compote and one fluffy clafoutis.

My normally sure fingers seem to be suffering the brunt of the fabled pregnancy clumsiness, and for the first time in memory egg met floor whilst I was cooking.

The results where nonetheless scrumptious, with that tangy, hearty, sweet bite that only rhubarb can … Continue reading

Spicy Pulled Chicken & Cooling Slaw

Spicy Pulled Chicken & Cooling Slaw

April 29th, 2015

It has been far too long since I posted a recipe. High time to remedy that, and what better way to do so than with this, a flavorful, saucy, easy cook, and favorite chez nous. It is perfect for those beautiful, lazy Sundays when you want to throw something together with little active cooking time that can feed a crowd, or be enjoyed as weeknight leftovers.

Photogenic it ain’t but tasty it indubitably is. If you want to fill the house with tantalizing tendrils of mouthwatering aroma, this is the dish for you.

When I say spicy here, I mean it. If you would like to take the heat down a notch or two, consider omitting the jalapeno, cayenne, or reducing the amount of hot sauce in the recipe below.

Did I mention this is a very messy, sloppy mass of deliciousness? Prepare yourself for a wrist-licking, paper-napkin-using good time. … Continue reading

Gilding the Nest

Gilding the Nest

April 17th, 2015

Hello all you wonderful people! Happy Friday to you, and a beautiful sunny day it is at that.

First off I wanted to share a truly lovely song for your afternoon. It’s no secret that I like a good cover, still less that I love harmony, and this represents both with a vengeance. Performed by The Staves, a sister trio out of England, this take on The Boss’ “I”m on Fire” is ethereal and completely gorgeous. Even better, check out this version with Bon Iver‘s Justin Vernon, who produced the sister’s second album, If I Was.

Things have been moving along for us; time streaming along in its relentless flow. Yesterday marked the half way point in my pregnancy, which is at once a surreal and wonderful feeling. We’re suddenly extremely aware of the narrowing weeks between us and the birth of our little one, and … Continue reading