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Not during this pregnancy. I thought I would inhale sandwiches from the second that little First Response stick showed two pink lines. But I didn’t. During the first trimester, bread was one of the foods that made me nauseous. Weird, as most women will often grab toast as a way to settle their stomach. For […]
I used to have a French bulldog named Lucy. E hated that animal.
This was a good week. The hard copies of our book, “300 Sandwiches: A Multilayered Love Story, with Recipes” have arrived. In between wedding planning, CrossFitting, yogaing, book launching, app building, and cooking, E and I celebrated.
It’s National Grilled Cheese Day! And we had to celebrate. I’ve drooled over this sandwich for months, and finally found good reason to make it—pepperoni pizza grilled cheese.
Figs. I love them. Particulary fresh, particulary on a sandwich.
Somehow, after cooking a 20 pound turkey, greens, stuffing, homemade bacon jam and a sweet potato pie, the 300 Sandwiches house has no leftovers.
I took it slow this week after that fainting spell.
E wakes up as if he’s gotten a promotion every day—smiling, happy, singing. This sounds horrible, but it doesn’t make me instantly happier to see him happy.
In honor of E’s Venezuelan cousin, Ines, we bring you arepas.
E and I have a bit of cabin fever.
It’s cold. Everywhere. Particularly INSIDE OUR APARTMENT.
We’re back from sunny Florida—or as E says in his nasally grandma accent, “FLA–ri–DAH!”
Well yesterday was fun!
I made E a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers this weekend, including this grilled cheese pictured above. It got me thinking about the concept of making your man a plate.
I had a post a few weeks ago about why one should not order the plain white sandwich. Unless you’re E, and your girlfriend is making grilled cheese sandwiches with sauteed brussels sprouts and you despise the green veggies.
It was a beautiful weekend in Brooklyn, a perfect one to clean out our closets, throw out old condiments in the refrigerator and shred some bills. Spring cleaning was upon us!
You know something serious has happened when E has a frown on his face. The poor thing got audited by the IRS, thanks to his former accountant. The penalties are enough to make anyone’s wallet cry.
E sure is dedicated to his craft. The first thing he does after putting on that godforsaken white (actually beige, after a year of wear) robe of mine/his is fire up his Apple MacBook Air and start coding. Seven days a week, he puts in a good 10 hours of work, often well past midnight. […]
Rating: The flu. It ain’t pretty. Stuffy, runny nose. Body aches. Fever. Chills. I had it all, for what felt like forever. Finally, the symptoms eased tonight.
E has left me. For vacation, not, like, forever.
