I’m a fan of doing things myself. It might not always be less expensive, but it’s always a learning experience. Last year at Pheasant Fest in Vermont, two nice portly gentllemen showed up and slow roasted a pig. While they did that, I picked some apples, drank a few beers, and in general… wore stripes.…
The weather is getting a bit cooler in Boston and that pretty much means fleece is acceptable for so many more activities. I can now wear it to work, on my couch, on errands, and even to bed. What? I like my bedroom chilly. Time for some snuggs. Fleece was also a million times appropriate…
I’m off to Vermont for this long weekend. If you are looking for five keywords as to why this will be amazing, I’ll give them to you: foliage fleece pig roast bonfire barn party And that’s pretty much just the start of it. This is the second year that I’ll be spending Columbus Day in…
It’s Fall. And I’m adjusting to it. I always get sad when Summer ends. I remember all the fun adventures. Walks outside. Roofdeck beverages. Endless ice coffees. But then, I remember the Fall means I can wear sweatpants and fleece. And it means brewing an entire pot of coffee on a weekend …. for myself. …
A couple weeks ago … post fridge death 2012 … I was gifted some amazing goods by my friend Asti and her mom. And by goods, I mean wonderful dairy products courtesy of some cute Jersey cows in Vermont. For about 10 days, I was using whole milk … yes, whole … in my coffee…
Maine warms my heart. Kind of in the same way that my heart warms when I sit in an Adirondack chair with my legs flopped over one arm rest since the other arm rest is responsible for my beverage. I only sat in an Adirodack chair once while I was in Maine this time. But…
Snapped this picture while I was home in the burbs over Labor Day. I’ve always been intrigued by the patterns that the water makes in the sand during the changing of the tides. It’s almost like veins running in the sand. I’m stewing around on a lot of things right now. Plus, I’m feeling like…
I have a huge weakness for carbs. Specifically bread … and not of the whole wheat variety. Whole wheat can take a hike and never come back … just kidding. Kind of. I’ve attempted to make bread a few times before, some that I’ve documented on the blog… some pre-blog. It feels like bread is…
Do your parents age? Mine don’t. I nearly died of shock when Facebook told me that my dad wasn’t 40. I mean, it’s obvious … he’s not 40. I’m 29. Based on the pictures I scanned last November, I know for a fact that he wasn’t 9 when he married my mom and 11 when he…
for consistency sake…. here is my final posting from the “old blog”. If I was a super popular blogger, this would probably be cause for a party sponsored by some trendy cupcake company and prosecco. But, since it’s just me I’m going to eat another Dove Promise and press “publish” Consider this a birth announcement. I’m pleased…
