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

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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1-4-2021

1-4-2021

 I don’t know what love is. Oh, for crying out loud, quiet down. Of course I know what love is. I know what hearing “Momma” sounds like. I know how I feel when I trace the eyebrows of my babies as they fall asleep. I know the feeling of a transformative meal. I know...

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