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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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In case you missed it, my new book EVERY DAY IS SATURDAY has a face and a name—and I love it—but this is not even close to revealing how much love and heart is poured into the recipes tucked between the cover, or the stunning images @andreagentl + @martinhyers shot to accompany them (swipe to see what I mean). This is my best, most heartfelt work and I’m so excited to bring it to the world. It’s now LIVE and available for pre-order (LINK IN PROFILE) which I highly recommend because the secrets inside are practically guaranteed to make your Tuesdays feel like a Saturday, and your Saturdays feel like the kind of days you wish would never end. So, so, grateful for your support. Thank you for being here and I can’t wait until this beauty is in your homes. ❤️🙏🏻 #everydayissaturdaycookbook Currently, our heads our spinning--Greta is in the middle a full week of Nutcracker ballet, with three performances this weekend, and my parents just arrived to be with us, but thankfully we baked 500 + cookies for an early Christmas with @rachaelray magazine back when we still had sun on our skin. We're still enjoying the riches (frozen dough ready to be baked off at a moment's notice), and Santa's plate will be tip top this year. These cookies: double chocolate shortbread, poppy seed rugelach, a sugar cookie that will bowl over former favorites and raspberry rye thumbprints-- are all easy enough to make with kids by your side, and pretty enough to gift (even if, err, your toddler’s visual judgement is slightly askew). . Check out the story on new stands (now) and I promise to link to recipes for your weekend baking. .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Photo @melaniedunea + styling by Barbados Queen @kalen_k_ xx ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . #christmascookiesfordays #deckthehalls #howiholiday #mymotherhood #workingmamalife #whitekitchen #subwaytile #subwaytilebacksplash #kitcheninspo #whitekitchen #kidswhocook #kidswhobake #bakingwithkids #holidaybaking It’s December, prime cookie time, and I have a lot to say about that, but today I can’t stop thinking about this easy Lo Mein I made for @nytcooking. I never liked Lo Mein until this moment and now I’m fully hooked. Also, there’s this cheesy breakfast beauty (swipe)—a baked Croque Monsieur, which you’ll want on your lineup for holidays ahead—live on @nytcooking today!🎉 (More details where to find both recipes, in stories.) #nytcooking #nytfood Tree hunting 🌲 we haven’t gotten our tree yet (these are last year’s pics) but it’s full on Christmas magic in the kitchen—were already cranking out bundt cakes and cookies and we’re just getting started. But I’m so ready for the tree and twinkly lights all up and down our little Ville. Wherever we drive, the kids hunt for houses all lit up and when we see them, Matyas shouts “Christmas Spirit!!” from the back seat. So dang cute. We drive the long way to find extra sparkly houses and they are so my holiday spirit animals, getting crazy excited by every wreath and garland. Greta always goes crazy for the super colorful scenes (blue lights! 😬) and tonight I was remembering that when Andràs and I first got married, he brought home a string of huge bright colored bulbs for our first tree. He was so proud. I quickly informed him that we are a white light family (even though I came from a colored bulb family). Poor guy, he was crushed. (me 🤓). He, like out kids, knows how to have a good time, whether it’s eating way more than a reasonable amount of cookies or decking the halls, loudly. And tonight I’m just feeling so grateful for them. ❤️ #christmasspirit #deckthehalls . . . (PS Scroll all the way for a typical Màtyàs moment and Greta’s reaction, about 5 x per day ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . promised myself we wouldn’t spend a fortune on wreaths and garlands this year, but then we walked by this beauty on our way to croissants 🎄📯 #deckthehalls ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wrote a lot about what’s happening at the border last night; heart-wrenching. I’m still processing, working on the best ways to help and give more. In the meantime, I give you pastries, delivered to your front door, warm from very your own oven. 👆🏻Yes, It is possible! I’ve relied on these beauties to look like a star when hosting brunches a dozen times and you too can get them, or gift them, for your holiday fêtes. These are a part of a Gift Guide that’s living in a new place—a JOURNAL— on my website, a place I spent many hours creating while the world was cooking + doing dishes (thank you, Thanksgiving!!). It felt really good, and I hope you’ll go take a look. There are also sexy cheeseboards and some of my new recipes, my favorite femme goods for the kitchen + table, and thoughts on the one big dream I’ve yet to tackle. Later there will be musings on motherhood and more stories and maybe even something totally wild and out of left field—I’m leaving it open ended because the new me doesn’t define or limit myself in any way. The new me is more open and less worried what people think. The new me spent a week off of IG and came back refreshed and alive and excited and more clear that its time to take life less seriously (except, of course, the series parts), to have some fun and bring all the good things I know about in life directly to you. Because you all deserve very good things. 💗 (link in profile) .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 📷 @williamssonoma ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . #croissants #morningslikethis #bakeddonuts #f52grams #f52oven #familymeals #feedingthefamily #livemoremagic #livethelittlethings #feedfeedbaking #simplepleasures #giftguide #onthetable #moredonuts #habitandhome #howweholiday #bakedgoods #homebaked #letitsnow #foodwinewomen ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We thanksgiving’d a little early this year —with the dreamiest crowd in the dreamiest barn—@RavenwoodNY + @williamssonoma around a table my husband (@hudsonworkshop) built, with so many dear, inspiring friends. 👆🏻 So much to be grateful for this year, of course my family who I adore, but also, community: people who inspire, support, lend a hand, listen, and most of all love with abandon—including so many of you. Thank you, for all of it. Heart full ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 📷: @evakolenko FOR: @williamssonoma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #thanksgiving #friendsgiving #friendship #grateful🙏 #heartfull #barndinner #andnorth #upstateny #ulstercounty #hudsonvalley #livemoremagic #postthepeople #dinnerparty #barnparty ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ every time I buy a case of apples (for sauce) or plums (for pie) or persimmons (for cake), the smallest member of my family eats half of them before I blink, making even the simplest, no-brainer baking project(👆🏻crust from the freezer stash, plums halved, tossed in melted butter and sugar) feel like a very big victory. 🏆 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷@heflpop ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . #fallfeels #feelslikefall #everydayissaturday #saturdayeveryday #endlesssaturday #eeeeeats #foodspiration #feedfeed #f52grams #rslove #sodomino #chefsofinstagram #dailyfoodfeed #weekendvibes #fallforever #livemoremagic #appletart #galette #nom #thehappynow #autumn🍁🍂 #plumpie #thanksgivingbaking #pieweek #smallvictories For ten years running (except one) I’ve hosted thanksgiving, anywhere from our tiny New York City studio to our house upstate to a rented cabin in the Pennsylvania woods—making the whole meal head to toe—no shortcuts. This year Andràs gave me the ultimate out: he encouraged me not to host but instead, on the heels of finishing a book and a load of other deadlines, take the year off. I was a little stunned, then—strangely, excited. . No plans and no obligations? What do you even do with that? You order parsnip soup and fresh sourdough and chicken liver pate from your favorite farm (@madeinghent) and spend the week planning what books you’ll read in the time you’d otherwise be brining turkeys and prepping pie. I know, it’s sacrilege for a cookbook author, but I’m owning it with ZERO guilt. Maybe it’s because I’ve written a dozen thanksgiving menus for magazines over the two decades, but I’m irrationally excited about taking a country drive to the farm to pick up a beautiful, simple meal I didn’t lift a finger to make. . This may be the most unlike me thing I’ve done this year, and the beginning of a new era of excusing myself from expectations that aren’t aligned with what I’m feeling right now. The new me might take up surfing, or chop my hair ( 🧐 just because I’ve always had long hair doesn’t mean I always will)—I’m not sure yet how it’s all going to manifest, but I do know on thanksgiving, for the first time in a decade, I will not be elbow deep in copious amounts of butter, except for the butter I spread on some killer biscuits someone else lovingly made 🙌🏻 . What if we ALL excused ourselves from one MUST this holiday season? Sounds dreamy—What is yours?👇🏻 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷 @heflpop ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . #grateful #livemoremagic #slowliving #thatsdarling #postthepeople #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #makeportraits #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #friendsgiving #gratefulheart❤️ #choosejoy #kitcheninspo #thanksgiving2018 #foodwinewomen #thanksgivingprep #selfcarefirst I read something great today that I don’t want to forget: if you’re stuck, do the opposite of what you would normally do. In short, do something different. Easy, right? Breakfasts are golden time in my family—cozy and chill and delicious. Zero drama. But dinner is not our family jam. There are usually arms flying and drinks spilling and someone accidentally getting poked with a fork. 🤔 I usually try to keep it short and sweet and excuse everyone from the table as fast as I can. Tonight though, as the snow started falling fast and hard, I heard that little phrase: “do something different.” My first thought was—candlelight! So I lit candles, dimmed the lights, put on French cafe radio and whipped some cream for pumpkin pie after our otherwise standard dinner (poached salmon, quinoa, baked sweet potatoes). Guys, dinner tonight was a DREAM, especially the part where the kids took their plates to the sink and spent the next two hours outside playing in the snow while I chilled inside by candlelight. Feeling restored and I can’t wait to try something different tomorrow too, like, maybe, baked donuts on a school day 👆🏻(or having dad pack school lunches 🤗). Winter, I’m ready for ya. ❄️ . . . . . #snowday #donuts #bakeddonuts #f52grams #powdered #familymeals #feedingthefamily #firstsnowfall2018 #livemoremagic #livethelittlethings #feedfeedbaking #simplepleasures #whiteout #onthetable #moredonuts #habitandhome #howweholiday #bakedgoods #homebaked #letitsnow ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This kiddo was sick all last week and we got a lot of QT in, but man, he doesn't quit (moving, talking, eating...) even when he is crazy sick. I feel like I could win medals for the sheer volume of ginger tea and squash soup and pillow forts I made the last ten days. I'm exhausted. But It was also a secret gift I needed more than I knew. A week with him, spent mostly in the kitchen, was brilliant at reminding me that there's an entire world that exists offline--a tangible and soul-filling existence--one we all lived in wholly before we discovered how easily our thumbs could take us somewhere else. And man guys, I really love that slow, simmering-pot-of-soup-on-the-stove world where everything is so real I can literally touch it, where I never ever think about how lame it is that it's already November and I've yet to make a lattice top pie, or why my house isn't quite as chic as yours. I love it here, too--but you know what I'm saying. It felt good. In other news, cooking for my vegan cousins went off without a hitch--I stirred and simmered and baked and we feasted for three days straight on carrot soup and lentil chili, tangy sourdough, cashew cheeses, fizzy kombucha and my whole-grain waffles from Feast revamped without egg or buttermilk or butter (and still downright delicious!), plus way more chocolate than should be legal. So, thanks for the encouragement and ideas--and I promise to share recipes soon. But for now, goodnight all. Go live in your tangible, slobbery kisses from kids or pets or partner world as much as you can these next few days. it does a soul good. xx 📷@heflpop . . . #livemoremagic #slowliving #mymotherhood #raisingboys #thatsdarling #postthepeople #nothingisordinary #thepursuitofjoyproject #makeportraits #ohheymama #thehappynow #flashesofdelight #pursuepretty #motherhoodrising #gratefulheart❤️ #choosejoy #kitcheninspo #kitchencounterhangs #designinspo #subwaytile #whitekitchen My sweet cousin and her husband are coming for the weekend and I’m so excited, but they are strict vegans and we might be total dairy freaks 😳 I may have written a whole vegetarian cookbook, I can do gluten-free with my eyes closed, and I could eat vegan breakfast, savories and salads all day—but no butter baking is an emotional hurdle for me. (☺️🐄 Sorry!) Nonetheless, we grew up together at our grandmothers table on biscuits and gravy and lard-flecked cobblers and the mantra that if you haven’t eaten seconds or thirds, you must be sick. We’re both a bit health obsessed now, but never lost the love for the family table, so I’m excited to cook with and for her, make her a vegan version of my spelt apple galette 👆🏻 and also figure out how she makes no-butter biscuits taste so darn good. * I want to hear from you guys: how many of you have at least one dear friend or family member who is a strict vegan, GF, veg, raw foodie, paleo or the like? or are you? Would love to hear how you handle it when you host them overnight, or they host you! Right here 👇🏻👇🏻 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷 @heflpop . . #fallfeels #feelslikefall #everydayissaturday #saturdayeveryday #endlesssaturday #eeeeeats #foodspiration #feedfeed #f52grams #rslove #sodomino #chefsofinstagram #dailyfoodfeed #weekendvibes #fallforever #livemoremagic #appletart #galette #nom #thehappynow #autumn🍁🍂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #familytime #leweekend Strong is the new pretty. 💪🏻 This girl is fierce. It took me 30 + years to find the voice and confidence she seems to have been born with. Maybe it’s her Hun blood (warriors). Or the climate were raising her in. Or the deeply strong women she has surrounding her. This week alone she got two cards written by dear female friends of mine that rocked me to the soul—they spoke to her like the woman she’ll become, not the little girl she is. They gave her permission to keep dreaming and doing and asking and, sometimes, demanding for what she believes and hopes in. To never be afraid to be herself, express herself, find herself and preserve herself—for we are all given a light to shine. I haven’t used the word feminism with her often....because maybe I don’t need to. Because feminism is a misunderstood word. But here’s what I’ve learned: if you’re a woman and you value rights as simple as the right to vote, have a career, or own your own property, you’re a feminist. But it doesn’t matter what you call it—it felt so good to tell her this morning that more than 100 women were elected into congress last night, and that some were not only the first women, but also the first African American woman, or Muslim woman, or Native American woman, or Latina woman or immigrant woman in their state to ever get to that seat. Being the first at anything is tough and important and inspiring, and no matter what you call it—no matter what you believe—their being there makes all of us a bit closer to understanding one another better tomorrow. 🧡 proud to be female today. #strongisthenewpretty #thefutureisfemale #yearofthewoman #femalefightclub #tinyfeminist #womensupportingwomen #girlsclub #magyar #alittlehungarian ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷@heflpop I know it’s pie month, but I’m still hooked on these beauties, fresh and crispy, eaten straight out of hand. The sun is shining and you good people went out and voted and it’s all the motivation I needed to push for progress in every corner, starting with getting our family back to tip top health. On the menu today: breakfast—yogurt from our CSA with pears and @ashrod seeded honey from Let’s Stay In (so good, so smart!). For lunch—@dianahenryfood beets and carrots with cumin and haydari from How to Eat a Peach, and dinner of stuffed sweet potatoes ala @alison__wu —with lots of crispy apples and chaga chai between every meal. Let’s do this. 💪🏽 . . . . #food52farmstand #f52apple #f52grams #progress #eatwellbewell #healthyish #letsstayin #autumn🍁🍂 #fallfeels #livemoremagic #eatingwell #rootvegetables #fallfoods #healthyisachoice It only takes a minute, but it could be the most important minute of your life this year. No excuses. For love. For our nation. For our earth. For our children. For our future. Vote for equality and compassion. Vote For HOPE.✌🏻 Polls open until 9 PM. 🧡 📷 @andreagentl . . . . . #vote #bethechange #voteyourfuture #voteyourchange #lovetrumpshate #forlove #climatechange #voteforourlives #forthechildren #thefutureisfemale my November baby. We celebrated this girl big time for a week straight and now we’re all sick, but it was worth it. When I asked what kind of party she wanted this year she said, without skipping a beat: Hungarian. ❤️Andràs was born in Hungary and came to NYC in his 20s, via Vienna, but all his family still lives there. When we first met I couldn’t place his super thick accent, but I knew right away something about him and his culture was a spot on fit for me. (Hungarians are all about warmth, family, laughter, intellect and above all: FOOD). He proposed to me in a forest in Hungary a year later and we’ve spent some of our most magical days as a family there. BUT, we have never pushed it on our kids. He speaks to them in Hungarian and English and reads to them in both, despite my urging that it should be Hungarian only—because he loves American culture, and all this country offered him. We eat Hungarian foods, watch Hungarian cartoons and talk about its history, but only as much as they ask or inquire. So it’s been really incredible to see how much Greta has embraced the culture and language the last 6 months—asking for all things Hungarian, including this special day. As for me, I’m all in: baking my way through all our favorite Hungarian pastries last week was a dream. I’ll share more with you, recipes coming I promise, but I’m just so proud of this girl, (pictured here with her bestie—who truly is the best for diving in feet first with Greta for her special day), in traditional costume—including an ornate Pom Pom headdress worn for celebrations. She was so happy and at home in this look. my favorite part: We had a birthday to go to right after hers and when I asked if she wanted to change into regular clothes before we left she looked me dead in the eye and said, “why would I ever want to change out of this?” confidence, knowing who you are, and owning it. That’s my girl. ❤️ #knowthyself #alittlehungarian #magyarbaba 📷@heflpop . . . . . . #magyar #proudmama #thisiseight #bicultural #raisingbilingualkids #raisingbiculturalkids #livemoremagic #mymotherhood #thatsdarling #postthepeople #autumn🍁🍂 #costumes ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ this magical girl turned 8 today. it hardly seems possible and though I have a dozen amazing images of her this week, only this, taken just a few hours after she was born, really says what I’m feeling tonight as I sit steps from where she sleeps, at least eight times this size and eight times louder and eight times more fierce and hilarious and captivating. Like many parents, I guess, I always imagined myself the mother of little children—but I never really imagined what it would be like to have big kid. But we are there. We are on the cusp. And yet, I will always remember that this is the year she got karaoke and a giant dollhouse and though both elicited huge smiles, the dollhouse lit her up completely. This was the year she wore her hair down over a dress and black leather jacket to school, but still needed me to lie and cuddle her until she fell asleep tonight. This year, she asked if we could still play pin the tail on the donkey at her party (💔👼🏼) but in the same breath is adamant that our world is still not fair for women. So we are safely sandwiched somewhere between knowing and innocence. That delicate place I’ll gladly stay a bit more. This day 👆🏻will forever remain the happiest of my life, the moment she arrived, just before sunset, after 40 hours of labor. Life gets richer, deeper, more painfully beautiful all the time, yes, but I don’t think I have ever felt more perfectly whole than this moment. ❤️ #motherhood #mymotherhood “Families love each other and care for each other. Families are also unique, awesome, kind, dependable and forgiving, and that is what a family is. A Family is also made up of hope, cheerfulness and warmth.” Greta wrote this tonight for her class assignment, and I kept thinking, reading those words—yes, of extreme gratitude for my own little family, but also this: If only we could all see that family extends beyond our four walls, beyond our homes, our skin color, our places of worship, our beliefs, and our borders. We are a human family. Kindness and forgiveness seem self-evident to a seven-year-old. Love and togetherness—these are natural human tendencies. Hate and hurt are learned and can be unlearned. And they must be. Heaping on more love and forgiveness, and embracing the beautiful things that make every one of us unique and wonderful. 🧡 #chooselove #family #humanfamily #lovetrumpshate #lovelovelovee 📷@heflpop What’s that the kids say—all the fall feels? Autumn is rising hardcore in my heart this week and I’m all in. There’s much to say about this simplest of apple-pear galettes with a spelt crust, and the one I’m baking it for, but it’s not that kind of day. This is a step back, breathe, don’t overthink it kind of day. Not every day is this dreamy, but I’ll take every single one that is with all the love and gratitude in my heart. ❤️🍎 🍁 📷 @heflpop . . . . #fallfeels #feelslikefall #everydayissaturday #saturdayeveryday #endlesssaturday #eeeeeats #foodspiration #feedfeed #f52grams #rslove #sodomino #chefsofinstagram #dailyfoodfeed #weekendvibes #fallforever #livemoremagic #appletart #galette #nom #thehappynow #autumn🍁🍂 I would be lying if I didn’t admit that so much of this fall has been an absolute blur—transitions between home and work and the greater world, often muddled and ungraceful. So much striving. So much trying to make it all so great. Memorable. But this—this simple moment: a stack of newspapers, a few pumpkins and ams wrapped around my loves on a Monday after school...diving in like only this one moment matters—I won’t soon forget. I want more of this. More family time, arms wrapped around my people creating or playing or exploring—for no true purpose but togetherness, and joy. What it means, though, is leaning hard into @brenebrown brilliant findings (yes, reading her newest and ALL her books) that we are all deeply afraid of not being enough. That we work and strive and work and strive some more, crowding out rest and play and even people we love so deeply—for the things that we think we need to get or do or obtain or prove or create or contribute. As if waking up and living an ordinary, deeply loving and caring life, where we show love and presence to our people and our communities in sometimes simple, un-extraordinary ways—is enough. Because the whole-hearted know—it is enough. You, me, we —we are all are enough. Our kids know that, inherently, which is why it’s so easy for them to be present, to play and laugh. To be vibrant and alive in every second of the day, regardless of who is watching, or not. . He was filthy when we came in from this, by the way, absolutely filthy. And smiling ear to ear, caked with hot cocoa and candy apple and dirt on top of that. And I, for the moment, was fully present to take it all in. 🍁🍂 🎃 #grateful 📷 @heflpop . . . #brenebrown #thepowerofvulnerability #daringgreatly #thegiftsofimperfection ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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