Carrie Saum

I said it. The thing moms are never ever supposed to say. I NEED MORE.

Breakfast is my most favorite meal to eat and least favorite to prepare.

Next, juice your blood oranges. Or skip this and buy the juice from the spendy little corner market that sells $8 fair trade chocolate made from cocoa beans harvested purely through meditative thoughts generated by unionized zen monkeys in Thailand. They also sell blood orange juice. You’ll find it next to the $15 cashew milk.

When I turned 21, my body crashed.

This weekend, I was at a work function where there were thousands of vendors trying to sell their goods.

Cloud eggs are something entirely different. I was worried that these magical looking eggs would just turn to soppy, scary oven nightmares. But these are actually Alton Brown worthy alchemy breakfast wins.

This is becoming an expensive habit, but nothing really says “I love you” like homemade cookies, so I’m going with it.

Motherhood didn’t pan out the way I anticipated, not even a little bit. It was so much more electrifying and terrifying and amazing than I ever imagined.

I've been taking some time this summer to focus on self-care.