Last night I lay in bed trying to fall asleep but thinking instead about rockets falling in Gaza and the great luxury that it is to not live in fear the way that so many human beings on this planet do.

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I keep thinking also about the bus loads of children and women showing up at our border and the people whose impulse is to stand there with signs and protest their presence, instead of offering them shelter and sympathy.

I thought about these things on Sunday, as Shiv fought off a little fever and wanted only to be in one of our arms, alternating naps on each of our chests while we snoozed with him or read, one-handed, the way we used to a long time ago, when he weighed a third of what he does now.  As I often do, I think about the strange lottery of birth, the hand of circumstances that each of us are dealt and which determines so much about what is and isn’t available to us down the line.

I don’t really know what to say, except that I am really freaking tired of people who try to imply that those of us with the privilege of having first-world problems have done something to deserve or earn them, and that those who struggle with more have done—or worse, not done—something to deserve their fate.  This mythology is so pervasive and so damaging that I’ve lost what little patience I might have once had for those who subscribe to it.  It takes decency and courage to own up to the fact that we have no earthly idea how hard it is to walk around in someone else’s skin, but I think it is the absolute least we can do.

Sometimes the wisest thing a writer can say is that she has no idea what to say: no conclusions, no answers, no sense.  That’s where I am today.  But I do have a few things that might offer some meaning, the words and work of others:

Sister Norma, director of Catholic Charities of the Rio Grande Valley, was quoted a few weeks ago in TIME magazine as saying: “Jesus did not say, ‘I was hungry and you asked for my papers.’”  You can make an online donation here to assist their refugee relief efforts.

(Non)Secular Girl took a blog break for the past year, to focus on book-writing and baby-making.  Joyfully, both are in healthy stages of development and she is back with her smart, poignant weekly sermons that will slay you in the best possible way.

Alec Wilkinson has a piece in the August 4 issue of The New Yorker about poet Edward Hirsch’s forthcoming book-length poem, “Gabriel,” which is an elegy for his son, who died at age twenty-two.  I am anticipating a September afternoon, after the book comes out, in which I read it all in one sitting, with tea or coffee to start, and bourbon to finish.  (My friend Julie originally posted this, and I am grateful she did.)

This long read, Before You Know It, Something’s Over, captures, in perfect and sometimes painful detail, what it’s like to lose a parent young.  Should you share that experience, or know someone who does, I recommend it.  (Thanks to Jill for passing this along to me.)

Last but not least, the indomitable Anne Lamott, who somehow always knows what to say, even when the rest of us don’t, posted this status update yesterday.  I’ve read it through about three times in twenty-four hours.  (My dear friend Marynelle is responsible for sharing this one, because she is the best.)

And now, some food for the body.



I have abandoned my previous efforts at homemade granola in deference to this recipe–it is simple, it is perfect, it requires one bowl, and it is freaking good.   I’ve made and gifted it to several folks and they’ve all, to a person, asked for the recipe, so I figured I needed to share.  This is a barely-adapted version of Molly Wizenberg’s most recent granola recipe, so I can’t take any credit for it except for that I may now be disseminating it to folks who may not already know its glory.

In the original, Wizenberg measures her dry ingredients by weight, which allows for a wonderful flexibility and consistency, but in case you don’t have a kitchen scale, I’ve listed rough volume measurement equivalents.

I have halved her original recipe because the original just makes so damn much; I prefer this scaled-down version because cook it all on one baking sheet and still have enough granola to last us a good week with enough extra to pass along a few small jars to friends & neighbors.  Of course, you can easily double the amounts I’ve listed here and end up with a very generous amount of granola, either to hoard in your pantry or share with all of your friends.  Who will not mind, believe me.


300 g oats – approximately 3 ¼ cups

50 to 75 g unsweetened coconut flakes – approximately 1 to 1 ½ cups

200 g raw nuts or seeds of your choice (I like sliced almonds & pecan halves, but you can use whatever you prefer) – approximately 2 cups

1 tsp. Kosher salt (if substituting table salt, cut to ¾ tsp.)

1 tsp. vanilla extract

1/3 cup olive oil

½ cup good-quality maple syrup (I love the organic maple syrup from Costco—affordable & very flavorful)

*pro-tip: if using a glass measuring cup, measure your olive oil in first, then the maple syrup—the sticky stuff will slide right out and make the measuring cup a lot easier to clean.

Preheat oven to 300°F & line a baking sheet with parchment.

Stir the dry ingredients together in a large bowl.  Pour in wet ingredients and stir very, very thoroughly with a spatula, being sure to scrape the bottom and sides; you want to make sure all of the dry ingredients are coated with the wet, and that the liquid ingredients are distributed evenly throughout.

Turn the mixture out onto the parchment-lined baking sheet and spread it out evenly, pressing down to form a tight layer.  Bake for approximately 30-40 minutes, checking on it a few times but leaving it alone.  Remove from the oven when the coconut flakes have toasted and the whole mixture is a nice, light golden brown.

Cool on a rack completely before breaking the granola into clumps and storing in airtight containers.  You’ll get crisper, tighter clusters if you wait until it’s truly cooled down before messing with it, but you can always snag an initial snack bowl for yourself (or for your two-year-old son, say).

I love this granola the most when it’s atop a bowl of plain yogurt & sliced summer fruit—peaches and blueberries in particular, as pictured here—but plenty of my friends prefer it plain, or swimming in a bowl of milk.




This woman of mine, she is rock. freaking. solid.

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People overuse that phrase “He’s a rock” or “She’s my rock” but I promise you I am employing it perfectly in this case.  That Jill Carroll, she is steady as they come.  Dependable.  Honest.  True.  Damn near unflappable.

Sometimes I think she’s an alien.  Like, how can it be possible for a human being to operate this way, with such integrity?  In everything she does—really, I have been watching her for a dozen years now and she astounds me more and more.

Right now, Jill is knee-deep with the work of moving her parents to a house less than two miles from ours.  (If you’ve been playing along for a while, you’ve probably realized that this means that Jill’s parents will be living just down the road from my mother…pray for us & send wine, pleaseandthankyou.)

This has been no ordinary move.  My in-laws are 91 and 81, respectively, and have lived in Shreveport for their entire adults lives, and had been in the house they just left for almost 30 years.  And they probably would have stayed there had my mother-in-law not developed Alzheimer’s, which has robbed her of herself in the worst possible ways.  My father-in-law is tired and unable to meet the demands of caring for a confused and addled spouse, and keeping up with a household besides.

So here we are.  After months of resistance, Jill’s father finally relented to the idea of moving, and from there everything happened fast—house selling, house buying, house packing.  Jill has handled every detail, from contracting movers to fixing refrigerator tubing to wrapping every dang figurine and piece of china in bubble wrap.  And she still manages, somehow, to be this incredibly joyful parent and loving spouse and working woman and well-informed intellectual and patient, patient daughter.

I’m proud of this woman, proud of being partnered with her, proud to witness the way she lives our her values even (especially) when it’s inconvenient and exhausting.  She teaches me so much by living, as all the best people do.



This is Jill’s new favorite thing that I make; she’s requested it half-a-dozen times since spotting the recipe on the New York Times website.  I’ve started making the accompanying pizza dough recipe as my standard; measuring the ingredients by weight really does yield a more consistently good dough.  For the topping, we use the spicy arugula we’ve got growing in the backyard (Another thing Jill manages to do—keep our garden growing.  Sheesh.  JILL, STOP BEING GOOD AT EVERYTHING.).  The heat of the arugula mellows a bit when it meets the hot pizza, but it still retains a lovely bite, tempered just enough by the cheesy pizza & crust.

The original recipe calls for you to top the dough with cheese before you put it in the oven, which I think would work fine if your oven gets really hot, but mine tops out at 500° F, so I find it works better to pre-cook the dough first, in order to get the bottom nice and crisp.  Also, while I love fresh mozzarella for eating raw, I find that it gets kind of watery when I cook it on pizza, so I prefer the shredded kind.


pizza dough of your choice, stretched/rolled into a 10-12 inch round

~ 1 cup shredded mozzarella

~¼ cup shredded/grated Parmesan

extra-virgin olive oil

2-3 cups baby arugula

1 lemon



If you have a pizza stone, put it on the middle rack of your oven and turn the heat to the highest setting.  Let it heat for at least an hour.

Prick the dough all over with a fork before sliding it onto the pizza stone.  Cook for approximately 5 minutes, or until you see browning around the edges.  Slide the dough back out, drizzle lightly with olive oil, and top with cheese.  Gently slide the pie back into the oven and cook for another 4-6 minutes until the cheese has fully melted. (At this point, I usually turn on the broiler to brown the top of the pizza, and get good color on the crust—you may not need to do so, depending on how your oven heats.)

While the pizza cooks, dress the arugula lightly using the zest & juice of half the lemon, a good drizzle of the olive oil, and some salt.

Once it’s cooked to your liking, pull the pizza out of the oven and immediately top with the arugula.  Serve and enjoy!



In any given year, July is a big month for my family, with three birthdays—my mom’s, Shiv’s, Jill’s—and the anniversary of my father’s death.  But this year, we’ve got an especially big time going, as we are in medias res of moving Jill’s parents here to Texas.  They’ll be moving into a house just down the street from my mom, which means that you should probably expect to see announcement of a Carroll/Mehra family reality show forthcoming in fall of 2014.

It’s a nutty, wonderful time around these parts, and to pile on the crazy, we’re getting onto a plane today to travel to Memphis to celebrate Shiv’s mundan ceremony, a traditional Hindu rite of passage that we’ve been planning for the last year.  There will be more pictures and explanation of the weekend to come, but for now, I wanted to share a few season favorites, as I did for June, in the hopes that some of them might find their way into your kitchen this month!

Much love for a safe and celebratory Fourth—

July Recipe Favorites | Blue Jean Gourmet


This giant, puffy pancake is sure to be a crowd-pleaser, and is especially delightful when topped with berries or sliced peaches.


Cold soup is the ultimate summer lunch.  For a spin on this recipe, I recommend roasting the tomatoes, onions, peppers, & garlic ahead of time—adds a really excellent depth of flavor.


This salad has made the internet rounds, and for good reason; it’s fresh, unusual, and goes super-well with grilled steak or fish.


A blue-ribbon recipe if there ever were one; make it now while the corn and tomatoes are in their prime!


This guest post from Jill features two tried-and-true family recipes to help you enjoy the summer’s okra bounty.


A spicy dish with Indian flavors, using the sweetness of summer cucumbers as a cooling foil.


These are a bit involved but totally worth it—cool, creamy pudding topped with warm, boozy cherries, need I say more?  Plan ahead, as the puddings need to chill in the refrigerator for a few hours before you can eat them.


Fun to say (clafouti!) and really quite simple to make, this dessert is sophisticated and good for a crowd.