The pungent scent of vinegar and onions waft through the air. The stove gently ticks and creaks as my thrift store canning pot processes my latest project. It’s been a long time since I’ve preserved anything, and every time I come back to it I wonder why I took any…
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Breakfast Sunday took a nice little break today. My incredibly thoughtful husband, knowing how much it means to me to have our weekly fare together and also knowing how miserable I’ve been the last few days, decided to take me out for breakfast. No pictures to share, though – I…
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This is not an every day occurrence. I wish I could regale you with stories of some sort of tradition we have around the house. Or talk lovingly about how awesome eating dinner at the table like an effing adult feels (those moments are few and far between despite drawing ever…
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I have very few things I know in life. Well, I know quite a bit about quite a little. But what I’m talking about here are those feelings – the feeling of knowing you want to be a chef, or that feeling of knowing you’ll spend your life traveling the world. Some people…