NSFW. NSF anyone, really
Golly, I’m starting to regret that our new coffee table isn’t signed by the artist.
Golly, I’m starting to regret that our new coffee table isn’t signed by the artist.
Work. There’s a lot of it.
I’ve made a few batches of fresh ricotta cheese. I can’t quite describe how amazing it is to make cheese at home, let alone how delicious it is.
Friends have fed us better than we deserve these past two weekends: roasted lamb and asparagus; pan-grilled tempeh and sublime sweet potatoes; vegetable […]
Designating tomorrow (today!) as my ACD* was a damn fine plan. I got to spend my first day back on the East coast snug inside reading, learning how to crochet, and I still have another day to unpack, putter, maybe put a book in the mail to Australia, and relax.
San Diego was just as gorgeous […]
In general, I suck at Halloween. The last time I attended a Halloween party, I only went because I had a massive crush on the girl who invited me. I dressed as Hester Prynne, all spare makeup with a buttoned-up white shirt under boxy black jumper that I’d basted a red felt “A” to. All […]
My beloved Red Sox defying pundits, mile-high altitude and air, the humidor, and conventional wisdom to sweep their way into the World Series. Granted, I’d have really loved to have three more games to savor before the long dark void until April. But I just adore Lowell and Papelbon and Ellsbury and Pedroia and Beckett […]