Saylormade

Recipes for a warmer, more connected life

Hi, I'm Brooke. I live in a 166-year-old house in Philadelphia with cracked plaster, a to-do list I've made peace with, and people around the table anyway.
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Somewhere along the way, everything good got a prerequisite. The house should be done before anyone sees it.
The trip should be somewhere new to count.
You should know what you want out of your life by now.
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I got to 40 and realized I'd never actually asked myself that last one. So I left a career I was good at. Now I'm figuring out the answer out loud.
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​What you'll get, every other week:
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The table. Something worth cooking, and how to have people over without turning it into a performance.
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​The house. Not renovation. Slowly adding character to an old house while we live in it, the kind that makes an ordinary Tuesday better.
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​The family. Small weeknight adventures, new places, and why we take the same trips every year, on purpose.
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​The questions. The ones I'm asking myself about what I actually want and what I'm here for. You might want to ask them too.
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No matching napkins. No finished version. Just one letter, every other week, from the middle of it. Pull up a chair.

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What this actually
looks like...

A dining room that still needs work. Chicken thighs and a salad and whatever's good at the market.
Friends who stayed three hours longer than
they meant to.
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Maybe you're waiting for things to settle down. For the house to be done. For life to get less busy. For the moment you finally feel ready.
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Nothing settles down. The good stuff happens in the middle of it, or it doesn't happen at all.

FOLLOW ALONG

Talk soon,

Brooke Saylor