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Sarah Copeland, owner of Edible Living, is an award-winning writer, tastemaker and curator of good living. Read More

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Lightest I have felt in so long: bundled with my boy on a freezing morning, about to take his first school field trip to one of our favorite farms. If, like me, your head’s been buried in work for weeks, I have two instant pick-me-ups: Pumpkin picking with a gaggle of three-year-olds, or three giant slurps of my bourbon pumpkin pie milkshake, live on @nytcooking now (link in my profile, or theirs). 👼🏼🥧🍦 . . . . . . . . #weekend #leweekend #letsweekend #everydayissaturday #fieldtrip #fallvibes #thehappynow #livemoremagic #applepicking #mymotherhood #postthepeople #fallbaby #familytime💕 #pumpkinpicking #pumpkinpatch #pumpkinmilkshake #pumpkineverything #pumpkin🎃 #motherhoodrising #honestmotherhood #livemoremagic Lightest I have felt in so long: bundled with my boy on a freezing morning, about to take his first school field trip to our favorite farm. If, like me, your head’s been buried in work for weeks, I have two instant pick-me-ups for you: Pumpkin picking with a gaggle of three-year-olds, or three giant slurps of my bourbon pumpkin pie milkshake, live on @nytcooking today (link in my profile, or theirs). 👼🏼🥧🍦 . . . . . . . . #weekend #leweekend #letsweekend #everydayissaturday #firstdayoffall #fieldtrip 🍁 #fallvibes #thehappynow #livemoremagic #applepicking #mymotherhood #postthepeople #fallbaby #familytime💕 #pumpkinpicking #pumpkinpatch #pumpkinmilkshake #pumpkineverything Saturday’s paprika-smeared chicken is Sunday’s perfect soup: tortillas, chicken, heady broth, avocados and these gorgeous pink turnips picked up last weekend at @ravenwood’s final farm stand. Happy cozy fall days, y’all. 🍁 . . . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #feedfeed #f52grams #pink #livemoremagic #makepictures #healthyish #sodomino #thekitchn #rslove #vscofood #nom #foodwinewomen #eaaats #taconight #reallifemoments #tortillasoup #sundaysoup #sundaze #sundayfunday #f52farmstand #soupseason #fallvibes #weekendvibes #thehappynow #everydayissaturday #letsweekend #leweekend #endlesssaturday ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I just want to take this opportunity to thank Saturday for everything that it is—especially because I’m not sure I’ve ever needed a Saturday more. This was a BIG week at our house. I turned in the very last bits of my book, (there are always lingering last bits, this time, many), celebrated TEN WHOLE years with my love, and held my babes through a lot of small people tears and triumphs. and that’s just scratching the surface. in short: many late nights and lots of pushing and problem solving. But today felt like a free pass—our first true family day this fall. Andràs offered to take the kids on an outing all day so I could rest and work, but honestly, I needed my people. Endless apples, muddy knees, pumpkin picking, @alisonromans paprika drenched chicken and carrot cake with a generous slather of cream cheese icing followed, and it was just the most restorative thing. I’ll be honest, I do a bit of snoozing past the many fall cliches that show up on insta—but I’m checking myself and embracing them full-on today. There’s something just so soothing about a full day of leaf crunching and fall baking. really, it’s medicine. . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #weekend #leweekend #letsweekend #everydayissaturday #firstdayoffall #firstdayoffall🍁 #fallvibes #thehappynow #livemoremagic #applepicking #mymotherhood #familytime💕 #thatsdarling #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #food52grams #f52farmstand #honestinsta #bakingday #foodwinewomen #everydayissaturdaycookbook #endlesssaturday As per usual, fall is whizzing by and work buzzes on and the kids won’t stop growing 👆🏻. The list of things I want to bake stretches on well past the hours in each day, and bushels of apples get eaten instead of made into sauce and pies. There’s school parties to organize and emails to answer and the state of the world that needs our immediate attention (sigh. VOTE!) and there’s once again been too many late nights trying to get it all done. But today, instead of sinking into the overwhelm, I did the exact opposite thing: I dropped everything, jumped in my car, drove to the forest and walked for miles. It was the smartest, most-productive thing I’ve done in weeks. not long ago, when I was traveling away from Andràs and the kids for a week, I made a sign for the kitchen—a little reminder for him—that says: “when everyone is melting down, go outside.” Everyone laughs when they see it, but it works. News flash: it works for grown-ups, too. I don’t say this to sound virtuous (I’m far from it), but there’s a sense of expansiveness among the trees that’s not possible inside my four walls, and certainly not inside the confines of my own brain. Walking there, under a canopy of golden-hued leaves, I remembered there’s no award for busy-ness, no prize for lost sleep in pursuit of big goals, no task or goal or title or that makes us any more or less important than any other human on the planet. There is only this one beautiful life, ours to enjoy and to nurture, ours to bend and shape into a subtle, soft breeze that breathes a sense of possibility into everything around us—into our people, into this world. . . . . #hugthemoment #thatsdarling #flashesofdelight #nothingisordinary #livethelittlethings #habitandhome #verilymoment #autumnmood #allthebeautifulthings #breatheasy #possibility This boy, all up in there. No matter what I’m cooking, no matter what time of day. My left arm continues to be stronger than my right, and our pancakes continue to be lopsided, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 👼🏼 . . . . . 📷 @amyfrancesphoto #mymotherhood #raisingboys #thatsdarling #postthepeople #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #makeportraits #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #motherhoodrising #livemoremagic #gratefulheart❤️ #choosejoy #kitcheninspo #kitchencounterhangs #designinspo #subwaytile #whitekitchen #boyswhocook #kitchencounterhangs We did it! Last night we raised 50,000 meals for kids in need at our #FEEDsupper, and by we, I mean a very big WE. Thirty guests, one giant table, and the time and talents of a dozen local businesses (Tap for details) came together inside the stunning @ravenwoodny barn. There was cheese, there was wine, there were oysters and so much more, but most of all there was LOVE. Love for this community, love for each other and love for the 795 million people around the world that go hungry each day. There’s still a lot of work to be done to cure hunger in our lifetime, but for the moment, rest + gratitude are in order today. 💓 // Enormous thanks FROM @ravenwoodny @danamcclure @chrisnlanier and me TO @oysterpartybk @the_upstate_table @hudsonworkshop @hopspetunia @metalhousecider @arrowoodfarms @fridakristins @kingstonwineco @hawthornevalley @kingstonbread. You guys are incredible. And to all our beautiful guests, too many to name but so valued and utterly enjoyed, thank you. xo ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . #feedsupper #HVFEED18 #endhunger #bethechange #giveback #togetherwecan #changetheworld #dogood #weekendvibes #andnorth #hudsonvalley #barnparty #fundraiser As long as the garden is giving them, we’re still slicing them. 🍅🙌🏻 thank you all for your generous comments this week. I read every one and they mean so much. I might be winning at one part of life, but the rest of the plates are spinning wildly. It wasn’t my best parenting week, we may be living on pizza and cider donuts and I definitely haven’t flossed in days (😬). But it’s important to remember that instagram is just the highlight real; we’re all only human. I love you fine people. Go out and have a beautiful weekend. I’ll be feeding a crew of lovely folks all day Saturday, then planning to sit hold my babies all Sunday long. x “Be the light, and build a longer table” ✨ I spend a lot of time on this feed showing you photos of luscious food and two very well fed kids, but top of my mind tonight are the 41 million American families who struggle for where their next meal will come from each day. . The @feed Foundation has given us a brilliant want to help change that with their #FEED SUPPER campaign. Every year for the last three with the help of my family and many very generous friends, we have worked to raise just over 50 K meals for families in need. This year, we're Co-hosting with dear friends @RavenwoodNY in their gorgeous barn, and raise another 50K meals in just one night. . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Flipping through photos from our past three years of FEED Suppers (swipe, for twinkly light barn magic), I feel a gigantic rush of gratitude for all the people who have helped our little community push the needle just a bit. Our contributor list keeps growing. This weekend, thanks to the time and talents of so many--we will throw a small feast in honor of a big goal: ending childhood hunger in our lifetime. Thank you to @kingstonwineco , @arrowoodfarms , @metalhousecider @oysterpartybk @kingstonbread @hawthornvalley @hudsonworkshop @irvingfarm coffee @the_upstate_table @hopspetunia @fridakristins @sam.ara.rose and especially to @ravenwoodny who have already contributed enormously this week. We're so exited to gather all of this talent in the barn of dreams in the pursuit of giving back. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We still have 2 seats left for anyone interested in joining! (link in profile). And I'll be sharing more ways to give or host your own FEED SUPPER here in the weeks to come. MANY THANKS, you kind souls. xo - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - #giveback #barnparty #escapebrooklyn #andnorth #andnorthweekend #twinklylights When your kids are sick and in bed with you all night and you wake up groggy, but then remember that it’s Wednesday and your recipes are in print in the @nytcooking today (🎉🎉🎉) you break form and post the first glimpse you get of it!. Thank you, @emweinstein for your spot-on assessment of what weeknight cooking really needs to be (“truly delicious, truly simple!”) and to you and @emofly @margaux_laskey for bringing me into the mix. Honored to be in such great company with two of my favorites, @coluhenry @alisoneroman @juliamoskin whose recipes are stand-outs for flavor and ease. Recipe link 👆🏻 (and lots more in stories this week) #longliveprint #trulydelicious #trulysimple #weeknightcooking #nytcooking #nytimesfood It’s Friday, the first day of fall, and it’s actually cold!! I turned in my edits in wee hours last night (hooray!), the “big kids” (Greta + Andràs) are watching a movie, and a much bigger version of this babe is upstairs sleeping off preschool, so I’m going out on the the town. Bound to be a good weekend with a start like this. 🍁🍂🥂 . . . . . . . . . #weekend #leweekend #letsweekend #everydayissaturday #firstdayoffall #firstdayoffall🍁 #fallvibes #thehappynow #livemoremagic #applepicking #mymotherhood #postthepeople #fallbaby #familytime💕 Creativity takes courage ~ Henry Matisse \\ It’s been a week head down in a stack of pages that once printed and bound will be my next book—the most beautiful thing I’ve ever created to date, besides my children, the work I’m more proud of that anything. It’s meant making hard choices, both in the page and off. It’s meant a year plus of giving this sweet girl a taste of what it means to be under pressure, to not always be sure, but to hope and wish and try and give deeply for something you believe in. This week, especially, but in truth every step of the way she’s been the one keeping me going. This week we had hours and hours together where I had to be silent and fix and tweak and think while she played, quietly by my side—through her days off and afternoons after school and straight through dinners and bedtimes. She did the hard things. She held in her tears. She smiled. Tonight, her little heart couldn’t anymore and she cried in my arms about the things in her life—a much tougher classroom and tons more homework and trying hard, so hard, but not always living up. This week, for the first time, I realize that she understands more than she doesn’t about my world. That the things she worries and thinks about are more like the things I worry and think about than they are different. There are still dolls and fairies and make believe and innocence, but more and more we have our things: a stop for green juice and a Yoga break and music and our deep desire to make and create something beautiful—something beautiful the world will appreciate and love and understand, in common. I still have hours of work ahead of me tonight—one more night of it—and tonight I ate cereal for dinner for the first time since maybe college, and I will go celebrate another friend’s book tomorrow looking worn and unrested, but somewhere in all that is a deep peace that in large part, I attribute to this girl right here. I’ll finish this beautiful book, not just for her, but because of her. 💘 #mymotherhood #mygirl #thatsdarling #postthepeople #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #makeportraits #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #motherhoodrising #livemoremagic My parents are here and the days feel long and every worry or care has melted away. Summer has returned, if only for the weekend, and we’re all in. There’s been basil-scattered pizzas and scoops of mint chip and the sound of my dad’s voice, reading Anne of Green Gables to Greta (again) while I swing, feet up in the hammock, for the first time in what feels like years. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve walked this earth, these two people—these two who give and love and never seem to run out of steam for caring for us—they’re still my favorite. ❤️ #family . . . . #lovemyfamily❤️ #livemoremagic #summersback #f52grams #rslove #leweekend #weekendvibes #everydayissaturday #sundayvibes✌️ #gratefulheart❤️ #feedfeed #andnorth #ulstercounty #upstateny #escapebrooklyn #pizzaaaa #thehappynow #darlingweekend #feedfeed #buzzfeast #instafood #thekitchn #bhgfood #onthetable #eeeats #eater #nothingisordinary #livethelittlethings #vscofood #tastingtable if only it could always feel like this ❤️ But alas, I know it can’t be. Less than two weeks in and third grade already has new emotional challenges (for all of us). Today is picture day, and the outfit I picked out and the one Greta came down wearing today dramatically different (we compromised), and she wanted to curl her hair and wear tinted chapstick and carry her little purse and I’m just not ready. Màtyàs is in school several days a week, experiencing a whole world outside of our home like never before, thriving and happy and his own little man, so far from the baby he seemed to be just weeks ago. But it’s the weekend, and there will be apple picking and chocolate crepes and long lazy meals and a return to the innocence and togetherness that’s been a hallmark of our last few years. And today, that feels like the pot of gold on the other side of the finish line, pushing me through final edits on my book and promising that today—the here and now—not yesterday, not tomorrow—is always the very best place to be. (PS I just noticed the nutcracker on our shelf, there because we just finished shooting Christmas in August and I guess he wanted to stay 🙃) . . . . . . #motherhood #leweekend #everydayissaturday #kitchencounterhangs #motherhoodrising #mymotherhood #livemoremagic #thatsdarling #postthepeople #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #makeportraits #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #motherhoodrising #kitcheninspo #kitchendesign #mycreativelife #creativeentrepeneur #thatmamalife #weekendvibes #friyay🎉 Last summer gems from the garden. 🍑 I was going to post these this yesterday and try to convince you that we should all summer on, but then the heat broke and we had pizza and crispy apples and watched movies on the lawn, wrapped in sweaters and blankets and surrounded by dear friends, and it was perfect. And here we are, eating squash, sitting by a bonfire for the second night in a row, with two giant kids cuddled in my lap, and I like it. I like it all very much. (Thank you for a perfect night @westwindorchard @lauraferraranyc 😘) #welcomefall🍁 #itshere🍂 #surrender I didn’t have the energy for a back to school post last night because, well, back to school—paperwork, homework (already), school lunches, and on top of that the wee bit of melancholy of a too-quiet house and the knowledge that’s it’s really over. Summer, that is. It all went off without a hitch—the first days of third grade and nursery school. They were happy and proud and excited and nervous. We took the requisite photo; no one was smiling and we were pressing our luck for time, but we took it, because you’re supposed to. But those aren’t the photos I will look back on with deep longing down the road. Usually it’s the ones of them, legs swinging from the kitchen counter where we spent so much of our summer that get me. The same spot where this morning we decided to make crepes, because we had time to kill and back-to-school breakfast should be special, we said. And we hadn’t made crepes in so very long. I’ll remember how good they tasted stuffed with bananas and honey or cinnamon-sugar and how Greta and I put chocolate chips in a few to melt, and how Màtyàs stole every single one and we had to change him twice before we even left the house, so covered in chocolate he was. I want to remember her tears (third grade, apparently, is serious business) and his exuberance (nursery school, obviously, is pure joy), and the second batch of crepes we made for dinner (these stuffed with Gruyere and spinach and soft-fried eggs), and their quick, last-of-the-season bath in the yard before bed. I will remember that letting them go off to grow and learn felt great and hard and freeing and everything in between, but at the end of the day we will always have these hours at the start and end of each day—that precious time before we meet the world where we always belong. Besides, tomorrow is already Friday and it’s another three day weekend and here in this, the only little corner of the world we control, it’s still summer. #motherhood 📷 @amyfrancesphoto SUMMER MAGIC 💫 we did it, we milked this summer for every possible ounce of joy it had to offer. it wasn’t pure ease and pleasure—not by a long shot. We lost a dear friend, we worked A LOT, deadlines bled into the weekends more often than not. This summer we didn’t travel as much as we usually do, or have as many lazy afternoons in the yard. But still, we summered hard. We made new friends. We swam and picnicked and state faired our buns off. We camped out and camped in, we ate our weight in watermelon. we are sun-kisses and s’more-filled and covered in scratches and bug bites, and going to sleep tonight, at least for one more night, with salt on our skin and sand in our hair. GRATEFUL. 📷 @theglenwilde . . #summermagic #livemoremagic Work took me down the last two weeks, in the most beautiful, all-consuming way. and even though I love diving in deep, my favorite days are always the one after a big project or shoot wraps—when I can hang with my people, give them my all. Because to be honest, when a creative project is really driving me, I am not truly awake to my kids or Andràs, not fully, you know, the way you hear everything they’re saying or really see them in all their wonder and sincerity and joy. So tonight when Andràs took Greta camping one-on-one, I got this guy all to myself. There’s something truly remarkable about declaring your time together—“date night” or “special time” or whatever you call it in your family. It really works: removing distractions and tuning completely in. All night he was radiating love, soaking in my undivided attention, and me, his. I’m not sure he’ll remember eating tortellini across a picnic table from me at the pool, or swimming at dusk, or laying on our favorite quilt in the yard, hiding from mosquitos under a sheet as we watched the bats fly over and the first stars appear. I’m not sure he’ll remember camping out in the living room on a nest of pillows, or the sound the crickets outside the windows, or feeling warm and damp in the stifling heat, falling asleep in his diaper and bare skin curled into the crook of my arm, or how, just before he nodded off, he reached up and kissed me and said “mama, you’re my best friend.” Probably not. But I will. Always. And I know this for sure: he’ll remember the love. He’ll know what it feels like to love and be loved, purely, fully present and whole. #thisisthree #myboy❤️ . . 📷@amyfrancesphoto those who know me well know I don’t often totally let go. I’m a one glass of wine kind of girl, i never order the most expensive thing on the menu and when it comes to ice cream, I almost always eat less than I really want. So you can imagine how great it feels when you do the reckless thing—when you order the most decadent peanut butter-laced chocolate sundae with whipped cream and a cherry, and sit across from your daughter after horse camp and listen to her stories and just laugh and laugh and laugh. I didn’t even know Greta was taking this picture of me, with my phone (and later a video), and it’s not even the most photogenic sundae or moment of me, but when I found it she told me “mama you were just so silly and so smiley and so happy about your sundae, I had to.” I felt it too. Because the day your baby niece goes off to college, a week before your closest friends move to Spain and two weeks before your little girl starts third grade seems like a good day to let go. To go for broke. Life is moving fast and the surest way I know to slow it down is to pull off the road for ice cream with someone you love. ❤️🍦 I’ve been cooking up a storm lately. I can’t show you any of it yet, but it’s definitely lured the kids out of the stifling heat and back into the kitchen with me. This weekend, Greta was making her “secret formula” for homemade raspberry lemonade and when I asked what she was using to sweeten it, she said “Mama, it’s a SECRET formula. Geez, I really need my own test kitchen soon!” 😊 My favorite food people and food stories have always been about kids who grew up in professional kitchens, or at least cooking alongside their parents in some regard (especially Fanny at Chez Panisse. Read it to your kids, no matter their age. It’s magic). I didn’t grow up cooking much with my mom. She made wonderful, home-cooked meals for us every night, so I’m not sure how she managed to do it without all four of us underfoot. 🤔 We often baked together, but it meant that I went off to college not really knowing how to cook a hot meal—which was totally okay since it ignited a great passion in me to learn, and I had already learned the most essential thing from her: that food is wonderful and important and effects everything from how you feel, to your family life and friendships and community. Greta’s been with me for so much of my life in food, cooking alongside me since she was in a sling, reaching out to knead dough or tend the garden, and always so eager to pitch in her ideas. Sometimes I wonder where she’ll take this knowledge she’s so deeply immersed in every day. We still talk about the dream bakery well own together one day, and chances are one day I’ll be working for her, but it’s equally possible she’ll be an astronaut or an architect or the first woman president (😉). My dream for her is pretty simple: work hard, love deeply, and laugh a lot (like she does now). If there’s a bakery mixed in there I’ll take it, but as long as her plans include sharing fruit plates at our family table or eclairs in Paris with her ole’ mama from time to time, I’ll take it.
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