Joining “Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?” in the annals of head-scratching riddles, I present you with this week’s installment: “When Is A Scone Not A Scone?” How about…when you give the scone some friends? Like whipped cream, and macerated berries, and, yes, let’s throw in some pretty flowered plates. Because a good…
Happy Fourth of July! I went for a run this morning in the mountains near my house and spent the time thinking about how blessed I feel to live in such a beautiful land. Even when the trail is full of annoying mountain bikers. Even when I kept slipping off the rocks and getting soaked…
I am back from the brink. Hallelujah and high-fives all around! For the past two weeks I’ve been suffering from something I not-at-all melodramatically termed “the plague,” which also not-at-all resembles the actual plague, either in symptoms or severity. Nevertheless. It was gnarly. My body is recovering, my drugs are doing their job, my husband…
Over Christmas break I stopped by to see my old high school friend Claire. As I was leaving, she offered me lemons from her overflowing tree. My first instinct was to decline, since I was staying with my parents and had no interest in shlepping random lemons back home with me in my already-overstuffed car….
Merry Few-Days-After-Christmas, friends! Did you all have wonderful holidays full of eggnog and stockings and too many cookies and repeated viewings of Elf? I know I did. I also had an awesome gift from Santa: How great is that?! I guess he reads the blog! Sweeeet. A sassy shirt is all well and good, but…
Whew! One major holiday down, one big one to go. Now that I have somewhat recovered, I can tell you that Thanksgiving was epic. My friends, we had three pies and one cake for four adults. Plus whipped cream. And ice cream. It was obscene. There are not enough stretchy-waisted pants in the world to…
This week’s TWD recipe, tender shortcakes, could not have come at a better time. Look at these beauties I picked up over the weekend: We drove up to Yosemite recently, and one of the only benefits of the long drive through rural central California is passing fruit stands with beautiful, inexpensive fruit. We got masses…
This year marked the 8th year my husband and I celebrated Valentine’s Day together. Our first V-Day, we were both in college, and I cooked him crepes in my dorm kitchen (always a scary proposition) and we ate them on a blanket on the floor of my dorm room. Maybe it was the fumes from…
