So… I title this piece “Capybara Ballerina” or “Capybara On Pointe” or maybe “Capyballerina”. Take your pick.
This is the “artwork” that happens when my husband is out of town and I find myself marathoning episodes of Breaking Pointe while housing an entire box of gluten-free mac & cheese. Have you watched that show? Ballet is dramatic. For reals. […]
Recently I had the pleasure of getting together with Lauren. You may have met as she occasionally writes over at The Dabblist. She is crafty and domestic and has a bunch of her own power tools which I find to be extremely inspiring and go-getter-ish of her. Basically, she’s fantastic. During the course of our hang-out she managed to give me at least three life changing tips about gardening and one really solid piece of food advice. I did not know that they would crack and clean crab FOR you at the market. (Thank you, Lauren.) Yes, I write a food blog. Don’t judge me.
We had lunch. She brought me an edible bouquet as a hostess gift (This is the best hostess gift ever. I had an inappropriately excited response to a bunch of chard and kale and carrots. Beautiful.) My puppy got really excited to meet her little baby girl. The puppy kissed the baby all over her face and the baby laughed. It was basically the cutest of cute overloads ever to be seen. Not even fair. If there was a video and I put it on the internet, the internet would break. We talked about life and food and blogs. Lauren mentioned that she wanted more drawings of bears on the blog. Later that day I got another twitter message requesting more bears as well. Who am I to disappoint my faithful readers? So, here you go. A fancy grizzly bear in a bow tie. Living fancy. […]
This is what a love letter looks like in my house:
Super Obese Prairie Dog
Everyone has their own thing, right? In the mornings my husband will leave me a computer window full of images such as these which he finds in the AWW section of reddit. This is what was there this morning: […]
I let myself loose in the farmers market this past weekend. It’s a dangerous thing to do. I always want everything. There is just so much bounty there. You want squash? They have every kind. Fruit? Don’t even get me started. Three bunches of hearty greens for four dollars? YUP. SOLD. I strategically avoid the areas where they sell the meat and fancy cheeses, because that could be a problem for me. They are deliciously pricey. I want them. All of them. There is also an area where I only let myself go occasionally that sells goat milk ice cream and a booth that sells gluten free cinnamon coffee cake. Obviously, I want those things too. I am not shy. I love food.
This time, I gave myself a budget of twenty bucks and it was off to the races. We were done shopping when the money ran out. We got a bunch of grapes, pomegranates, persimmons,beets, delicata squash,kale, chard, collards, some pickling cucumbers and some dill. Oh, and I also treated myself to a gluten free crepe with bacon and tomatoes. ( I obviously did not strategically avoid that aisle hard enough.) The husband got some coffee. We sat in the sun on that unseasonably warm Sunday and chatted it up with a good friend and her beautiful baby girl. It was a lovely way to spend a morning. […]
