The past few weeks have been…. stress stress stress, blah blah blah. You know it, I’m sure. So without delving into any details that you don’t want to hear (and by you I mean I and by hear I mean type), I’ll just say that I’ve been really, really in need of some good news to fall my way. And it did. …
If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? If you make shrimp salad without turning on the oven, does it count as cooking? Well, I’m going to go ahead and say yes, yes it does, because with the exception of a purple potato pizza here and a plum crumble there, my oven has seen very little activity in the past month. And it’s not because I haven’t been cooking.…
I’ve never been particularly interested in cream cheese (with the exception of pumpkin cream cheese) but lately, I’ve been all about eating half of a whole-wheat bagel with chive cream cheese in the morning. Fine, sometimes I’m all about eating an entire whole-wheat bagel but you know what? There’s no one keeping score here.…
I’m sorry to all of you summer-holics out there, but I can’t wait until this swampy, sweaty, humid, feel-like-fainting-on-the-bus-in-the-morning heat is over and done with. I’m ready for triple-digit heat indexes to be a distant memory and I’m ready for sweater weather. In short: I’m ready for summer to yield to fall. I love everything about the third season: leaves changing colors, pumpkin-flavored everything, the abundance of apples at the farmer’s market and sleeping with my windows open.…