I love cooking for specific occasions. Cooking is great and all, but when there is a theme or purpose … it is just a million times more fulfilling. Maybe not a million, but still. I’m particularly proud of the themed Downton Abbey dinners and the Julia Child meals last summer. There is a chance that…
I almost can’t believe that I made butter on Sunday. In part because I love butter a lot … and because it was really not challenging. I’m not suggesting that I give up store bought butter on the reg but for a special occasion …. make some butter. In fact, I can’t wait to have…
This post was written on the plane coming home… to America. To my family. And Eleanor, my cat. I guess it’s fitting that my last day in Italy it rained. That means it’s time to go home right? Since it was a travel day, there wasn’t really much that happened except the following: …
I just spent about 20 minutes trying to take a picture of the city lights from my balcony. I’m not sure it really went as expected. But I’ll still post it for posterity sake tomorrow maybe. Today I did everything that I had “planned” to do. It was a really great day of moving at…
Just a quick post before I head out for my last full day in Italy. I wanted to share how insane the breakfast spread is at the Waldorf Cavalieri in Rome. And yes, that is the size of a piece of toast (above). It is the biggest piece of bread I’ve ever seen.
Today was a big day. I put on a dress and flats. I guess that really isn’t too significant but given that I’ve been wearing khaki shorts (some nautical print) and leggings (or jeggings)… it was a considerable departure. Plus, that knocks two more items off my “must wear it because you brought it” list.…
I subscribe to this daily app called TimeHop. The essence of it is that it serves up your social media check-ins and postings from prior years. Yesterday TimeHop told me that: 3 years ago I was in Virginia at a softball tournament, 2 years ago I was working in NYC, and 1 year ago I…
Let me start by saying I have no idea what day of the week it is. I overheard someone in the lobby this morning talking about potentially having trouble getting from Naples home. WHAT. so, I cancelled my last half hour of water gawking and ran to the train station. Strike starts at 9 and…
I’m up early for breakfast just like normal. The roosters are crowing. The sun is rising over the mountains. The fog is slowly burning off. But Mount Vesuvius is nearly completely hidden by the fog. It’s not that far away and yet it is completely indistinguishable that there is a volcano behind that seamless layer…
I’ve come to accept that you can’t do everything you think you should do on vacation. I’m in Sorrento still and probably only did 50% of the things you are “supposed to do” while you are here. I didn’t make it to Positano and I didn’t make it to Pompei. I’m completely fine with it.…
