Hi.

I’m Ava,

and I live in Denver, CO.

This space is where I hope to Write (and cook) My Way Through navigating this new version of my life, while sharing my findings and recipes with y’all.

I’m a lover of black coffee, underdone baked goods, flakey salt, spicy that makes me sweat, and a drink-in-hand while I cook.

Thank you for being here.

From The Blog

3-29-2021

3-29-2021

The truth is, I’ve been wanting to write but I’ve struggled naming or placing my feelings aside from fragmented bits of information. The extent of my articulating feels like watching ink run down a page, so... There’s that. There’s a finality to writing things down...

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2-16-2021

2-16-2021

It’s 5:03 and I’m splashing water on my face, ritualistic, willing it to revive me. Is that... barf? In the toilet? Who barfed? I ask Scarlett if she was feeling okay and she responds, very casually, that she threw up last night but she’s fine. It’s fine. She feels...

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2-2-2021

2-2-2021

I’ve been forced to sit down and really examine somethings lately, but especially the way I subscribe to exhaustion = Doing It Right aka Success, but also... Not really having a choice. From the time I settled into a stay-at-home parent role, I was the stay-at-home...

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1-20-2021

You won’t get nutrition information from me. Not calories, not a macro breakdown, not whether or not something I make is “keto friendly” (surprise, it’s not!) I’ll tell you about allergens, because allergens = health. Weight doesn’t equal health. Nor does whether or...

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1-17-2021

This isn’t some Sad Girl blog... Okay, maybe a little. But, like, some things are just sad right now. When I think about things overall, like- My green grapes being shitty because I couldn’t taste them prior to buying (I am turning into my mother), or how I’m having a...

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1-11-2021

2020 haunted me in ways I didn't know were possible. There was the obvious- A poorly handled pandemic. The one I watched unfurl over my shoulder, as I was privledged enough to shelter myself and my family from the majority of the reality. There was my growing belly,...

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