I’m good at foraging chocolate. Shoe sales. Plane tickets to tropical locations. Fresh vegetables in Prospect Park? Not so much.
Oh, bacon jam at work.
I spent my first morning in paradise in the kitchen.
While E is away, the girl who likes alfalfa sprouts, kale and raw avocado will play.
E’s birthday was yesterday. He had a short list of things he wanted:
I took it slow this week after that fainting spell.
The weather has finally broken here in New York.
Today is National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. Of course, I had to take that to an extreme.
In honor of E’s Venezuelan cousin, Ines, we bring you arepas.
Some sandwiches aren’t really for consumption. They’re just for laughs.
The first time I used my waffle machine, I made an insanely great sweet treat for my sweet.
Happy Australia Day to all of our friends from down under!
One more from the homemade apple cognac butter recipe box.
It’s cold. Everywhere. Particularly INSIDE OUR APARTMENT.
The upcoming New Year got me thinking about goals for 2014:
E certainly learned his lesson after sandwich #209.
We’re back from sunny Florida—or as E says in his nasally grandma accent, “FLA–ri–DAH!”
E and I were both emotional over breakfast yesterday.
I had two epic fails last week.
Rating: E asked me out for a wine date last night (how sweet!), since we hadn’t seen each other outside of the apartment all week. When we got home, he turned to the refrigerator. “Guess what I got?” he said.
I can’t do it all in the morning. But I try.
From Lincoln Center to the country—after Fashion Week, I took refuge in the Midwest to see my parents, get some rest and get some good home cooking.
I looked around our house this morning. Clothes were everywhere. Trash hadn’t been taken out. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. A cluttered house means a cluttered mind, and I had gone totally scatterbrained.
E and I have often criticized each other’s wardrobe with the same sharp tongue as an editor during Fashion Week.