Things have been quiet here lately, and that's because for the past six months, I've been developing a new website with seven of my favorite ladies. Open to covering anything by or concerning women, The Attic on Eight is dedicated to Literature, Culture, Food, Drink, Home, Family, Feminism, Politics, Fashion, and Beauty. We have an advice column, a love for cocktails, coffee, political rants, and a tendency to read a lot, so you're sure to find a post that speaks to you. The website means to have one eye on feminism at all times and is a very important outlet for all of us. I'm proud to have helped launch this project and I feel very lucky to have done so with my very dear friends.
The Attic on Eighth has been running for a couple of weeks now, with almost fifty posts in its archive already, and very soon, we will be opening up to contributions. So please keep an eye out for us, as we keep an eye out for you. We want to feature all kinds of different women and cover all kinds of different material, so I hope we can work together in the future.
Though I've been quiet over the past few months, this doesn't mean that I will be giving up this blog. Most of my literature and culture related pieces will now be posted over there, and some of my baking pieces have been moved as well. (You may have noticed my Roxane Gay piece and my coffee-infused chocolate crinkle cookies are already on the Attic.) I hope to continue sharing more personal and travel pieces on here.
Thank you for sticking with me over all these years, here and on tumblr, and I hope to see you come along on this new journey as well!!
When I woke up this morning, I decided that I needed a slice of comfort. The last week has been thesis-driven and consequently migraine-heavy, and there’s nothing that makes the pain go away quite like a day off. I slept in, I read (for fun!), and I spent the afternoon baking the most comforting recipe I could think of.
Soft, crunchy, and full of spice, this banana bread is a lifelong favorite. My grandmother used to make it when I was little, and it was the first thing I made for her on my own. It comes out of a very floral and very 1980s book called A Token of Friendship,that one of her best friends gave her when she was leaving Manhattan behind to come and take care of me. We’ve modified it over the years, upping the spice and banana quantities, and it’s remained a family favorite.
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