∞ We eat on the kitchen floor when you visit me, late at night or in the mornings. You come on the day’s delicate pink edges. Who can eat like this in the middle of the day? There are too many things to do—too many phones buzzing and children shouting—to sit down like we’d like to, together, and alone.
−EB
Eating on the Floor is a monthly(ish) breaking of virtual bread; a casual recipe project in which I get to share some of what comes across my kitchen counter with you. It’s part food blog, part breakfast date: an open invitation to stop by for a bite of something or a little company when the house is quiet, provided you don’t mind eating on the floor.
E. BOOCKMEIER 