Nat Lockhart | Eat Well. Live Better.
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She Dry-Brushed My Curls. Walk & Listen Now.
There are few things more humbling than realizing your childhood hair was being managed by people who absolutely did not know what they were dealing with. Curly-haired people from the 70ās and 80ās know exactly what I mean. Back then, nobody knew what to do with curls. Not parents.Not hairdressers.Not society. My mom's entire strategy seemed to be:āLet's brush it aggressively and hope for the best.ā Let me rewind to the late 70's Reader. My mom used to wash my hair with me standing on a...
Flipped off... by a Cheese Glove
Every so often, I get flipped off by a cheese glove. Not metaphorically. An actual glove. A crusty, vaguely damp, aggressively judgmental cheese glove sitting in the cafe window giving me the middle finger at 6:12 AM. And Reader, some mornings it make me laugh out loud. Other mornings, it feels oddly personal. Now before you picture something cute and harmlessā¦ This is not a dainty little oven mitt situation. This thing is one of those super thick cut-resistant gloves you wear so you donāt...
Todayās lesson...brought to you by a duck
Last week, my 16-year-old daughter almost retired from driving forever because of a duck. Just a regular neighborhood duck with absolutely no urgency whatsoever. Picture this: Sheās driving us home. New driver energy.Both hands gripping the steering wheel until sweat beads are almost dripping down her arms.Sitting tall.Eyes focused.Trying SO hard to do everything right. The problem? The roads right now feel like everyone collectively decided weāre filming Fast & Furious: Costco Parking Lot...
Cafe-Style Roasted Potatoes Recipe
I do not like the kitchen. (said forcefully while still making 10,000+ cinnamon buns every year) Not in a āteehee I burn toastā way. In a very real, very committed: āIf someone else could handle this forever, thatād be greatā kind of way. If youāve been here a whileā¦ you already know this. š If you're new around here - itās an important bit of info you should know. Now. Back when I first stepped into cafe life, there were LOTS of tiny details missing. The most problematic? No roasted potato...
I hit a woman in Costco (with a flatbedā¦ itās fine)
Picture this Reader, Itās Monday morning. Iām at Costco.Flatbed in hand. Confidenceā¦ not so much. Now, if youāve never driven a Costco flatbed before, let me just say this: It should require a license. And possibly a small ceremony. Because there I am (every Monday for the past 3.5 years)ā¦ taking corners like I'm driving a cruise ship in a fricking kiddie pool. BANG. Into the end aisle.BANG. Into a tower of bananas. Soft tap (okay fine, heel nudge) into an unsuspecting shopper. (if looks...
ā° The time I broke up with gluten at 4:22AM
Let me tell you about the moment I decided to break up with gluten. It was 4:22 AM. The hour when normal people are sleepingā¦ and midlife women are apparently conducting deep dermatology investigations in their subconscious. I woke up with a start and the thought hit me like a lightning bolt: Itās gluten. Now letās rewind for context. For the past little while, my face had been doing this strange thing where tiny red spots were showing up all over my T-zone. Not pimples exactly. Justā¦ angry...
"Get on Babe" - the cake is waiting (recipe inside)
Itās March Break over here Reader, which means two things: The kids are home and Marks' birthday lands smack in the middle of it every single year. So naturally, we try to be organized. (Some years are better than others. This year, we nailed it!) And by organized, I mean buy gifts ahead of time, wrap them so we're not paying $10/piece of tissue paper at the local pharmacy, make an actual birthday cake because grocery store cake simply would not do in this family, get fully assembled cake...
Secret Stash: TP & 4 Almonds in My Pocket
Iām baring it all today Reader. Every single day when I go for my walk, I leave my house prepared for two very specific life events: Left Pocket: Toilet paper.Right Pocket: Four chocolate-covered almonds. This is not a metaphor. This is my real life. (summed up in 2 pockets) Let me explain. I walk almost every day. (if youāve been around for a bit, you already know this about me.) Not because Iām wildly disciplined. Not because I wake up whispering affirmations to my sneakers (or my boots on...
I Got Spatulas for Valentine's Day (send help)
Valentineās Day is in a few days Reader, and over the past week, I've been in the car while the radio station's morning show has been asking the hard-hitting journalistic questions like: āWhatās the worst Valentineās gift youāve ever received?ā And honestly? It unlocked a memory I had clearly tried to bury for 17 years. So let me tell you a little story. The Year of the Romanticā¦ Spatulas. It was our first Valentineās Day as a married couple. I was young(ish). Hopeful. Glowy.I thought maybe...
1 Mystery word and a VERY spicy manager
If you're new around here, let me introduce you to someone very important in my life: Crustopher. Crustopher is our oven at the cafe.Yes, he has a human-ish name.Yes, it has a U.No, itās not a typo.No, I will not be taking questions at this time. Crustopher is the kind of oven who shows up every day, holds it together under pressure, and not-so-quietly makes magic happenā¦ until one day he decides heās tired, emotionally unavailable, and would like a little attention (same, Crustopherā¦ same)....
Real food. Simple routines. No extremes. No starting over Monday. š Start with my 7-Day Walking Plan. PLUSā¦ get my #weirdandwitty newsletter where cafe chaos, real life, and health advice collide.