All the things there isn’t
It would be easy to become morose with the things that aren’t going to (or can’t) happen this year. But you know, if I focus on the things I don’t get to have, I won’t focus on the things I do.
Category: Our House
Tomato Panic
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.
Days Like These
I’m going to look for reasons to feel amused and joyful. And dogpile on that like it’s my job.
Wreathed
One day I had a wreath, and the next day I didn’t. And then I found my wreath on someone else’s door. What’s a girl to do?
Foodie Friday: Breaded Veal/Chicken Cutlets
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.
Spirals
At the Casa Di Swears, we have a detached garage that has never, in 8 years, had a car in it. That’s because it’s not a garage, it’s a garage-sized workshop. But it’s also the home of the snow-blower, the generator, the lawn mower, 3 bikes, the crossbow target cube… many, many things that are […]
