How many is too many? I both love and don’t love them. And I may need to add another to the ranks.
What’s the benefit being a killjoy? Absolutely nothing.
Sometimes, love is measured with a cranky waffle iron.
. When someone is facing a challenge, we send them, in whatever words we individually wrap around them, our support. We focus energy outward for the benefit of someone else. And sometimes, that someone perceives it and it provides a however-brief respite from their troubles.
Every September, I inventory the jars in my basement to ensure that there are enough get La Famiglia through the crappy-tomato-months of winter. And no matter what the total, I’m never convinced it’s actually enough.
Happy Pi day, nerds! There’s a saying, “Save your fork, there’s pie!” It’s supposedly from a Royal Visit where someone said it to the Duke of Edinburgh. It’s also atrributed to other Royal types that would be unaccustomed to the folksy common idea of re-using a piece of silverware. But the point is that no […]
If you’re going to go to the effort, you might as well make a whole bunch of these. If your house is like mine (or my parents, or any of my aunts or cousins), they’ll disappear right from the plate while you’re making them and from the fridge if you’ve made them ahead of time. Make lots.
What better time to exercise my civic responsibility to vote than Thanksgiving weekend?
Some people just don’t care what you’re sellin’. It’s not about you, it’s about them
Less bump, more grind. We’re making sausage at the Casa di Swears!