I’ve wanted for a long time to share a conversation that I had with my grandmother several months ago, but it never seemed to be quite the right time. Other posts overtook my good intentions; other topics became “more important.”
I have no idea how it happened that I ended up $30-$50 over budget for almost three full weeks in a row in February, but this has got to stop. Oh, sure, I made up for it, mostly; but the
I’ve needed to take one of those occasional breaks that I think almost every writer really must have in order to stay passionate, or at least productive. I’d post at least once a day if this blog were the only
I owe you all TWO FULL WEEKS of food waste reporting. Sorry about that — I have been keeping track, as promised, and I haven’t forgotten that I need to publish the results for weeks 3 and 4. It’s just
February in New England is a pretty hit-and-miss month. The weather can be anywhere on the spectrum from downright horrible to (as it is now) unseasonably warm, and rarely does it settle right in that sweet spot of picturesque, snow-covered
I like New Year’s. I don’t like it because of the parties — truthfully, J. and I usually do very little to celebrate, and this year we did even less than we ordinarily might. I don’t like it because of
I could also have titled this post, “Damn, the holidays are expensive…” but I think the problem is deeper than that. I’m missing my farmer’s market. I’m missing it for obvious reasons – the camaraderie, the beautiful produce, the experience
Here I sit at my computer on the first evening of the month of December, and I’ve neglected to post a meal plan yet! The time, it has been getting away from me lately. I’m not even sure my proverbial candle
A few years ago, J. and I came to the realization that at least for the foreseeable future, we were not going to be the architects of our own Thanksgiving experiences. We spend each Thanksgiving with his folks and, if