You know what’s great? Having wonderful houseguests. You know what stinks? Having wonderful houseguests leave. We recently had the pleasure of opening our guest room (read: totally unswanky ½ of a finished attic, in which we plunked two beds) to
Tag: food
I bet some of you will be surprised to learn that J. and I took the boys out for dinner – -to an ice-cream place. Okay, so it was Pinkberry…the very Crunchy Hippie Intellectual foodie version of ice cream. But
Due to a small photo snafu, I’ve had to wait to deliver this final part of my three-post series on our Icelandic adventure. (If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2, you may want to get up to speed. If
I’m going to say this really fast, and then we can all forget I said it, okay? Ireallylovemymom’spotatosaladanddeviledeggsandtheyaremadewithMiracleWhip. I can’t help it. I positively HATE mayonnaise, and I’m really no bigger fan of Miracle Whip than I am of mayo
Wow, look what happens when I leave the country! While J. and I were in Iceland, our first tomatoes began to form in our incredibly neglected, novice backyard garden; L. lost his first tooth and learned how to swim; and
I constructed this meal plan while on the 5-hour flight to Iceland; I had assumed it would take me a little while, but in fact, it pulled itself together in a flash. My friend B.W. was peeking over my shoulder
When I left you last night, I promised there would be news of chickens, fermented shark, and our collective expansion of our personal comfort zones. I suppose I ought to start with the chickens. On the morning of our
I may have been away for a while — okay, QUITE a while; longer than I’ve ever left this blog unattended before — but it was for a good reason. That photo was taken in ICELAND. By ME. And it
Okay, it’s not quite summer yet — the random 50-degree weather here in New England this week proved that pretty conclusively (insert shaking of fist at the sky). But be honest with me. You’re THINKING about summer, right? The outdoor
The cat, I suppose, is me. J. and I are TAKING A VACATION. I’ll pause sufficiently for the collective gasp. This will be the first actual, bona fide, grown-ups-going-somewhere-awesome-for-a-period-of-time-just-for-the-hell-of-it vacation that we have taken since our honeymoon. We have neither