Do you like soup? Of course you do. Because if you didn’t, I wouldn’t want to know you. When people say they don’t like soup it pretty much enrages me. Yup. I totally want to freak on them. It’s like saying you don’t like potatoes. What the? Who doesn’t like potatoes? Who doesn’t like soup? […]
.And we might, juuuust might, have a hurricane on the weekend. .
. . . This past weekend, 2.0 and I made a wee trek to Ironwood Farm. The weather was spectacular, and we were super excited to finally visit Heatherjay in her natural habitat. She has settled there with her partner, Rupert Jannasch (herein, Rupertjay). They are awesome. No lie. You can find the farm at the mouth […]
2.0 and I are getting ready. Ready for when I go back to work in September. It’s kind of like getting ready for… Armageddon. Last night I froze big containers of spaghetti sauce. This evening, I made a big pot of chicken sauterne. The leftovers will go into the freezer. I work nights and weekends. […]
As stated in a previous painting tutorial: I ain’t claiming to be no expert. Should you ruin a piece of your furniture whilst attempting to replicate my super awesome style… well, I’m not taking responsibility. Sand ‘er down and try something else. When in doubt, check with someone who is an expert. The people at my Benjamin Moore […]
. . . Remember the blackberries 2.0 picked for me? Sure you do. Well, I decided against jam. Instead, I decided to make a blackberry cobbler for dessert this evening. Let’s face it, if the berries are free, you can do whatever you want with them. No need to preserve them. Gobble them up all […]
Remember the chair I found by the road? The one 2.0 made me hose down in the yard in case someone had pooped on it? Well, now the Roadside Chair is commonly referred to as the Poop Chair. I resisted and insisted, but each and every time I referred to it as the Roadside Chair, 2.0 would correct […]
Whenever I make blueberry grunt, I think of my brother. Mostly because when we were kids we would replace the word “grunt” with an actual grunt. It was endlessly entertaining. (For us.) (Only us.) Sweet, juicy blueberries combined with soft dumplings. If lovin’ this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right. Apparently, wild blueberries are the […]