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11-15-2021

11-15-2021

If you put a fork on the stove top it will become fiercely hot. When you pick it up, your soft, tiny fingers will blister immediately. You remember fingering the filled orbs on your palm every time you set the fork down on the countertop for months after that. You...

10-12-2021

A year ago, I was standing in the kitchen of an acquaintance’s house that I agreed to house and pet-sit for. I swayed with Maddox on my chest, stirring the pot, while Scarlett carefully eye’d Martha The Chicken at the patio door. I made minestrone, and baked bread for...
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...

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...
1-4-2021

1-4-2021

Posole Recipe  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...