This is what you need to do with your ripe peaches this week: Make BLPs.
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Speaking of bacon, my future mother in law sent me a video link to this trick for getting bacon in every bite of your BLT.
I was away for work in Miami for a few days, and ate my face off on South Beach in between events and meetings and writing by the pool with the warm sun beaming down on my skin. Now I’m back in New York City. In the cold. With no pool.
Spinach. I went there. E didn’t come with me.
The weather has finally broken here in New York.
When one spends the weekend in Vermont, one returns with maple syrup.
Saturday nights used to be for dinners out and club hopping. But I do enough of that during the week for my day job at The New York Post. Now—nesting with my boyfriend in my mid-30s—Saturday nights are for roasting chicken.
E and I were both emotional over breakfast yesterday.
E has figured out his Halloween costume. I have not.
Whenever my guy friends ask about the blog, they get so judgmental. “How many sandwiches are you on?” they ask. I’ll explain. “You better hurry up! You’ll never get engaged at that pace!”
I’ve been trying to figure out how to make a club sandwich that E would like.
My friends want me to have a birthday party for myself, but then I end up having to make the plans. I don’t want to do any work to enjoy my birthday. Instead, I’ll make E do it.
You can get more done with your day when you get up early. Because I was up and at ’em at 8am Saturday morning, I had coffee on the balcony with E, drove to Fairway AND nabbed the closest parking spot possible to the front door, bought enough groceries for the week, unloaded them at […]
Friday morning! E and I got up early to sip coffee on our patio, and ponder what nice things we were going to do for our mommies for Mother’s Day Sunday. I sent a card. E did not. Who’s the better child? Ha! (Just kidding, he means well. Besides, I should really send flowers, too.)
I’m training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon, and this morning I did one of my longer runs. Afterwards, I prepared a protein heavy large breakfast, to keep up my strength. And my sanity. When I don’t eat, I’m intolerable.
Rating: After a busy Fashion Week of shows, parties, cocktails and a vicious injury to my thumb after I slammed it in a car door (that’s what I get for taking an Orange Hummer to Lincoln Center), I had to sleep.
Rating: When E and I moved in together, my mother sent us a housewarming gift filled with little goodies for our first place together–candles, dishrags, a decorative cup or two. She also sent a white, terry cloth robe with a matching blanket that was intended for me, but E saw it first and claimed it. […]
Fall arrived this weekend. E and I wanted to commemorate the event, along with his cousin’s birthday, with a dinner party at our place. Since E and I moved to Brooklyn to partake in some hard core nesting, we’d rather entertain at our place and be asleep by midnight than battle traffic to head back […]
We had our first house guest spending the night at our place: my best friend T was in town from Hawaii. You would have thought that I would have woke up early to greet my friend and get breakfast started. Nope, I was too ensnarled in my dreams and the bed sheets to get up […]
After that epic fail of that shrimp and avocado couscous pita thing I tried to make a meal, I had to recover, reboot, and rebound. My sandwich making ego had taken a blow. How I was going to make up for that bland nothingness of last night’s dinner? Do I cook up something truly gourmet, […]
Me: I’m going to make BLTs this morning. E: Ooh! That sounds great. Except I hate tomato. Me: What?! But you eat them in salads? E: I hate them on sandwiches. They’re slimy. Especially if they have the seeds in them. Bleach! It’s just weird. Me: But you just ate fried green tomatoes on a […]