As I mentioned last week, my birthday was on this past weekend. To celebrate a big milestone, I decided to actually move forward with my Paella-Palooza party. The idea got planted as a direct result of Preston Food Crawl and nomnomnom, I have no regrets. I booked my party for 11 people, and promply at […]
The best possible way to come home from a vacation is to have a few things to do in the following days to make the post-vacay crash a little less… crashy. And a scant 40 hours after we returned home, there was a really great event to pull us out of the spiral: The Preston […]
You know who likes running non-scientific experiments on themselves? This monkey right here! So I bought all the green juice that contained just green things, and here we are.
Cider? I hardly know’er!
I thought, “It’s been a while since the gentleman associate and I have been on a multi-stop tour-full-o’treats. Where there’s apples for pie, there’s apples for cider, and that’s really all the information I need.
How many is too many? I both love and don’t love them. And I may need to add another to the ranks.
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.
So, this recipe is a riff on a Dutch Baby pancakes. But my house has more frozen blueberries than apples right now, and blueberry season isn’t *that* far away, so here’s where we find ourselves. These blueberries came from my friend Sarah’s parents’ farm. They’re so good that I got a flat of them and […]
It’s Live From Fast and Abstinance Friday! I know, a salad seems like a bit of a side-step on a *recipe*. Especially a chopped salad (Method: Chop things, pour on some dressing, done). But this has been a week. Gentleman Associate and I are now both working from home (for which I am very, very […]
Sweary Parent Chronicles 