This past weekend was the lazy, cozy kind. And it was just what we all needed. It feels like we have been going nonstop the last few months- you know, moving during a pandemic, starting Kindergarten, holidays etc- so the Matkovics were in the market for a little reset.
So we stayed in our cozies for most of the day, and I threw together a yummy, but SUPER simple, homemade chicken soup.
And so many of you requested the recipe, so here it is…

Who’s ready for Happy Hour? 

Spring is here, meaning beach nights and BBQ’s are just around the corner. And if I’m being honest, I’m a little sad about missing rosé season pretty much in its entirety this year. When I was pregnant with MM I didn’t think about having a drink once. But this time around, I’ve missed a weekend margarita here and there.

Ever since Maddie was just an itty bitty newborn, we've taken her to our local bakery for family breakfasts on lazy Saturday mornings. Its changed a bit since it first opened- its now a sit down, full service eatery with beer and wine, to boot- but Sweet Peas in Old Greenwich is still the cutest little coffee shop in town. And one of our very favorites to take our little.

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TGIF- And a long weekend ahead of us, to boot.

The next week brings us a lot of excitement: a visit from Nana, our three year anniversary, a holiday family photo shoot, and our little one turns sixteen-months old. We're looking forward to enjoying some major family time in this crisp fall weather- walks in the park during the day and maybe a glass of wine or whiskey on the front porch for us adults- cozied up under a comfy blanket.

When it comes to baking, I'm a "the simpler the better" kind of gal.  Meaning most of the time, if not all the time, you can find me baking some kind of cookie, or a simple bar, or brownie variation. Cakes, pies, and tarts, as delicious as they may be, simply being too intimidating for this novice baker. But with a kitchen full of freshly picked apples, I wanted to venture beyond my comfort zone and try sometime new.

So when I found the rustic, freeform pastry known as the galette, I knew it was the perfect way to spread my baking wings.

Admittedly, it's been quite a while since I've baked something, seeing as my arms have been wrapped around my little nugget more often than not. But now that Maddie has become quite the rugrat, it's left me with a bit more free time and at least one extra hand to get back to the kitchen- just in time for some seasonal sweets.

Sundays have been sacred in our house from the start- my husband and I first locked hungover eyes in a pub one crisp, September Sunday. He may have been looking at the television screen above me, but I'll never forget the first time I saw those baby blues.