My beautiful friends, I know you all know that I’ve been in my Sourdough Era …for the last 15 years. But who’s counting? Certainly not me as I stand over my jar of starter like a Victorian widow, whispering, “I’ll never throw you away…” while absolutely considering throwing it away. Because listen—using sourdough discard has become a full-blown mission. I cannot toss it without a small, emotional spiral. It feels wasteful. It feels wrong. It feels like my starter is judging me. (And honestly? She probably is.) Enter these beauties. These Sourdough Discard Wild Blueberry Muffins are the perfect way to usher in spring and use up that discard sitting in your fridge, silently demanding purpose. They’re soft, tender, lightly tangy, and absolutely bursting with blueberries—topped with a buttery streusel that makes you feel like you have your life together (even if you absolutely do not). And let’s talk about the “wild blueberry” situation. For those of us who do not casually stroll out...

We’re about to have a moment, my friends. A full-blown, hands-on-hips, “kids these days will never understand…” moment. Kids. These. Days. They will never understand what the mall meant to us Gen X kids. The mall was everything. It was where we saw our friends, where we spent every last dollar of babysitting money, where we got our first jobs. I met Ivy’s dad working AT THE MALL. Like…that was our origin story . Not Tinder. Not Hinge. The food court and a questionable break schedule. And ohhhh, the cookie shops. Food court cookies, baby. I begged my parents for one of those giant birthday cookie cakes on a pizza pan. BEGGED. The kind with the too-sweet frosting and the slightly underbaked center and the price tag that made your parents sigh dramatically before saying, “We have cake at home.” Fast forward a bajillion years, and here I am—a mom of two, standing in my kitchen in Colorado, wondering how I got old enough to have a kid who just flew his first solo flight. Excuse me??...

  My friends… Miss Ivy has a hankering. And you already know how this story goes. When your kid lives in the land of safe foods thanks to ARFID, you don’t mess around when they branch out. You don’t say, “Hmm, maybe this weekend.” You don’t say, “Let me think about it.” Oh no. You say, “Hold please,” while aggressively tying your apron like you’re entering a baking competition no one asked you to be in. Because when Ivy casually drops, “You know mom, I really want those chocolate scones you made before…” …it’s game on. Let’s Talk About Scones (aka Fancy Biscuits in Disguise) Scones have a reputation problem. They walk around acting like they belong at High Tea, surrounded by lace napkins and people who somehow know how to hold teacups correctly. Pinkies up. Calm voices. Zero crumbs anywhere. Honestly, suspicious behavior. Meanwhile, I’m over here in my kitchen, covered in flour, drinking reheated coffee for the third time, and calling it a win if I don’t drop something. ...