Fiiiiiigaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaroooooooo. Sorry. I’m randomly using evaporated milk in my coffee this morning and I think it’s manipulating the oxygen flow to my brain muscle. I hereby do not take responsibility for what happens in this post from this point on. FIGS. Do you ever think about figs and the seductive wizardry […]
What does bistro mean? Because in a coffee-induced hyper episode on Saturday, I deemed this week as BLOG BISTRO WEEK. And then realized I have no idea what that means. And that I was talking to air. But I do know that it’s one of those words that when you say more than thrice, it […]
I think I’m dead. No, no I’m sure of it. Because after my face turned into an anteater and vacuumed up a trough of this white wine sauce last night, I passed on and went to a better place. But it’s cool. I’m not going to make you do anything with me involving wet clay. […]
Do you ever find yourself zombieously wandering around your kitchen, scanning the pantry inventory for dinner: wild rice, lentils, oats, cob webs. WAIT, oh ew. And then you drag yourself out to the garden, squinting into the blinding sun to check out what’s left of the season: kale, some herbs, a few tomatoes, weeds. WAIT, […]
About 347 years ago Aaron and I obtained a rather urban lifestyle. Freshly married, we lived in a warehouse loft downtown. We played regularly in an indie band together. We gallivanted with the city folk from social event to event. I wore high heels ‘round the clock. In short, we were hip. During those days […]
