If you’re in the food blogging world, this story will be devastatingly familiar to you. As we all learned last week, Jennifer Perillo suddenly lost her husband, Mikey, to a massive heart attack, leaving her with her two daughters. I don’t know this woman. And I actually hadn’t discovered her blog until I heard this […]
This weekend one of my best friends from high school breezed through town on her way to see family in Colorado. It had been a few years since I’d seen her last. And as expected, we picked right back up where we left off. It’s absolutely impossible for us take a serious picture together. This, […]
I know I just posted about pizza not too long ago, but who can really help it? It’s summer, and that obviously means that your face needs the pizza. Especially when every few seconds a nurse brings in a basket of baby tomatoes newly birthed from the garden. * we don’t have a nurse in […]
Surprise, surprise – we’re eating tomatoes for dinner! But what are we doing with them?
I have a problem. A teensy, tiny, itty-bitty problem. I’m obsessed with glasses. Glasses and vases. Lovely, thrifted, vintage glasses and vases. It’s a little frightening to tell you the truth. Once I find myself in a thrift store, it happens. Like, out of nowhere. My eyes glaze over, I foam at the mouth, and […]
Chicken. It’s a win-win. No matter what you do with it, you’re sure to wear giddy pants while eating it. Grilled, seared, stuffed, shredded, poached, baked; honestly, the world is your oyster. I mean chicken. The chicken is your oyster. I mean, the world is your chicken. Wait, the chicken is your chicken! . . […]
Look at that thing. What IS that? Do you even know? I heard these rather disturbing groans and moaning noises coming from the garden, so I walked out and found it giving birth to this HA-UGE orange tomato. They named it summer. Isn’t that sweet? Seriously, the garden is going to have to take it […]
I’m having a mild freak attack. I am. I’m not sure what’s actually happening. If it’s reality, a dream, if I’m looking at someone else’s life, or if this is really mine. I need someone to pinch me, slap me across the face, pour a bucket of ice cold water to snap me out of […]
I might pee my pants.
Come on…any ideas? Don’t leave me alone in this.