Two months of vacation and the ability to make your electrical outlets look like pigs? I’m sold.
Sometimes you want to stretch yourself; find a way of doing something that by rights you shouldn’t be able to do. And sometimes you just need to accept who you are, and where you are, and buy a patio tomato. Granted, this is about as far from an heirloom variety as I’m going to get– … Read more
Ibsen would be proud. I know what you must be thinking.”Wow,” you’re saying to yourself. “Those are some seriously rockin’ shoes Daisy has got there.” (These days, you think in ironic hipster slang. No, I don’t know why.) “But her legs look kind of funny. Has she lost weight? And why is the pile on … Read more
Sometimes, when the weather is nice on a weekend day, Cameron and I take some reading material and a bottle of wine and go sit out on the patio, to enjoy the sunshine and the view of the WheelWorks across the street. And sometimes, when the weather is nice for an unusually long time and … Read more
I’m back!* Yes, having survived my sojourn to the wilds of the Northeast, during which I had to contend with my inadequacies at a) candlepin bowling, b) pool and c) explaining what it is I do for a living without giving away the fact that I don’t entirely understand it myself, I have returned home … Read more
There are a few things I ask for from my cheese. One is, of course, to be delicious*. Others, in no particular order, include spreadability, failure to make the refrigerator smell like a lower class of toxic waste dump, and help with my taxes.** It hadn’t occurred to me to ask for a name that … Read more
That’s right everyone, we’re back, and tomatoer than ever. Actually, that’s not true. My patio-gardening plans are much more modest this year, as evidence by the fact that I didn’t start any seedlings at all. I wasn’t actually sure that I was going to grow any heirlooms, but my coworker Jenn, who I had given … Read more