Nat Lockhart | Eat Well. Live Better.
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The Sock Tasting Goat Cheese on Mother's Day
Circa 1985 - I used to sit at the dinner table for HOURS because of baked beans. HOURS!!!!! Yes, 60 minutes x 2... Not metaphorical âugh this is taking foreverâ hours when it's really only a few minutes. Actual clock-ticking, sitcom-theme-song-changing, daylight-disappearing hours. Because in our house, you finished everything on your plate before you left the table. EVERYTHING! And unfortunately for 11 year old me, my mother made baked beans approximately every eleven minutes. Saturday night...
These Pants đâľď¸ Are NOT For Sitting
I bought a pair of red capris with little sailboats on them from Frenchyâs. Which already feels like the beginning of a cautionary tale. (It is!) Iâm not a newbie to Frenchyâs because cafe shifts do call for inexpensive clothes you donât mind ruining, but the smell in there? That weird musky Frenchyâs smell mixed with larger than life dust bunnies floating around the corners of the changing rooms means that I'm not taking my shoes off in the changing room. HARD PASS! Absolutely not. So...
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 70âs and 80âs 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:âLet's brush it aggressively and hope for the best.â 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 harmless⌠This is not a dainty little oven mitt situation. This thing is one of those super thick cut-resistant gloves you wear so you donât...
Todayâs 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: Sheâs 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 weâre 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 âteehee I burn toastâ way. In a very real, very committed: âIf someone else could handle this forever, thatâd be greatâ kind of way. If youâve been here a while⌠you already know this. đ If you're new around here - itâs 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 flatbed⌠itâs fine)
Picture this Reader, Itâs Monday morning. Iâm at Costco.Flatbed in hand. Confidence⌠not so much. Now, if youâve 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)⌠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...
â° 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 sleeping⌠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: Itâs gluten. Now letâs 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. Just⌠angry...
"Get on Babe" - the cake is waiting (recipe inside)
Itâs 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
Iâm 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 youâve been around for a bit, you already know this about me.) Not because Iâm wildly disciplined. Not because I wake up whispering affirmations to my sneakers (or my boots on...
đ Start with my free 7-Day Walking Plan â a doable way to get moving, build consistency, and feel better in your body. Youâll also get #weirdandwitty, my weekly newsletter where cafĂŠ chaos, real food, walking, and real-life health advice collide.