You know what the old saying is, don’t you? “When your garden has a high birthrate, immediately add to carbohydrates.” Oh you didn’t learn that in the school of lessons and life? Yeah, it was right after we learned that throwing empty locust shells on your little sister at bath time would prooooobably land you […]
Welcome to the truest love of all. It all started one evening as I was peacefully meditating in lotus pose on the veranda as the sunset cast its warmth on my body and the breeze blew through my golden locks, so carefree and whimsical. Ooooor not. Truth be told, I was actually seated in the […]
I’m not actually giving REE away, you guys. Marlboro Man would haaave myyyy hiiiiide. But I do have a little sumpin’ sumpin’ to BUTTER YOU UP, OMG I sure did just say that. But wait! Chill your cheelah because I actually DO want to talk about this butter for a smidge. Wow, I just got […]
I wish I could replace the inside of my mouth with this. AND, I’m just now figuring something out. I think angel hair pasta might be my favorite pasta in the entire world, including Vermont. I dunno, something about the thinness, the slipperiness of it, how evenly it gets coated by sauces, how much of […]
I’m baaaaack. And I no longer look like Hurricane Insano struck me 4 hundred billion times. I got SO much sleep last night I’m still kind of freaking out about it. I tried to sleep on the plane yesterday morning, but this old man with an eagle slash wolf bandana covering part of his gray […]
Come hither. Sit. Two unexpected yet irrevocably significant things happened to me a few days ago, and I feel it’s only right to tell you. It all happened so fast and at the time I wasn’t even sure of what was actually occurring. I’m still trying to process it all and come to an answer, […]
It’s hard to see with the naked eye, but there are actually winged baby cherubs flying around in this pasta. They flit. They float. They fleetly flee they fly. (name that movie) YOU GUYS. We need to talk about something. A few things. I’m nervous to tell you because if I vocalize it through my […]
Sometimes I just don’t have words. OH DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK. But really, sometimes there’s just nothing to say. I could try to tell how you much this polenta bruschetta rocks bawls. But you can look at that silky spinach pesto and little baby cherry tomato slices and seared plump shrimp and you know. […]
Don’t you find making risotto so therapeutic? The saute of the onions, the toasting of the rice, the sizzle of the wine burning off, the pouring yourself a glass, the first ladle of the broth simmering in the absorbent-eager rice, the pouring yourself a second glass and noticing a tiny wrinkle on your neck . […]
It started off so innocently. It was a muggy Saturday evening and we’d spent all afternoon spreading one hundred thousand bags of black mulch all over the garden beds. Covered in wood chips, we wearily stumbled into the house to collapse on the sofa, pour 35 glasses of wine and fist bump over the success […]
