What happens to you when you whisper the words holiday canapé to yourself? In my mind, this gallant suggestion of syllables transforms me into someone wearing lace and silk, someone with perfectly coiffed (yes, coiffed) hair, someone gliding in and out of velvet-appointed drawing rooms with crystal champagne glass in hand, someone who knows just how to be. These baked brie, rosemary, and caramelized pear canapés are the fast, easy, and effortlessly elegant embodiment of that crystalline fantasy.

Except that they take less than 20 minutes to prepare and don’t require lace, silk, hair coiffing, velvet drawing rooms, crystal, or champagne—though I’ll admit, these would be pretty perfect with a glass of bubbly. Made on Flatout Flatbread’s Rosemary & Olive Oil Artisan thin-crust flatbread, these adorable bites will transform your party menu in an instant: Flatout canapé perfection.

Read more and get the recipe here!


When I finally made it home—my Maui home, my Ulupalakua home, my home in the middle of nowhere on the slopes of Haleakala—I completely collapsed. I stopped answering texts. And phone calls. And emails. I cooked for the first time in two weeks. I cooked without documenting, without a recipe, without a plan. I cooked because I wanted to. And then I slept. I slept long and hard and when I woke up I was almost more exhausted than the night before. I cancelled all my plans to see old friends and I laid on the couch and watched Fifty Shades of Gray and cried in my exhausted, jet-lagged, premenstrual state. It was glorious. I napped dreamlessly and I only woke up when Susan came home. Hours of sleep later, I began to feel something like human again.

I walked outside, barefoot, to the place we once said had the strongest concentration of plant spirits. I stood in this fluttering vortex of green leaves and sunlight and shadows and insects and spirits seen and unseen and I let everything fall away, slough off like dead skin cells in a fierce Korean spa scrub.

Read more and get the recipe from Kristan Raines’ new book On Toast here!

Les gens ordinaires attendent que la vie leur révèle ses secrets, mais aux rares, aux élus, les mystères de la vie se révèlent avant que le voile n'en soit tiré. Quelquefois c'est là l'effet de l'art et surtout de l'art littéraire qui traire directement les passions et l'intellect. Mais il arrive qu'une personnalité complexe prenne la place et exerce la fonction de l'art, qu'elle devienne par elle-même, à sa façon, une œuvre d'art, puisque la Vie produit ses chefs-d’œuvre de raffinement au même titre que la poésie, la sculpture ou la peinture.
—  Oscar Wilde