every bite tells a story
Posted in Chicagoland, Cleo, Josie, cheese, winter on Feb 4th, 2010
At least once every winter, inspired by glittery snow that is not yet gray heaps, we break out a red enamel pot, sit in front of the fire and have ourselves a traditional Swiss fondue. We can trace this ritual to our shag-carpeted childhoods, when both our families – maybe every 70’s family – enjoyed [...]
Cleo wasn’t feeling well. Our four-year old black Lab had a problem, in that special dog way of not feeling well, the one that finds you outside at three a.m., wondering how she ate a paper towel, a pen, or six bagels and their bag. Of course dog owners know that goes with the territory, [...]
Posted in Cleo on Apr 29th, 2009
With all due respect to my husband, daughter, mother and beyond, my favorite family member is the lowliest in our pack. Cleo is simple, and I mean simple, as in, she could be permanent cover girl for Really Real Simple.
Cleo is three, but never had terrible twos. She is happy to see everyone, especially [...]
It’s not all glistening pools of jam and swirly frosting, you know. There are outtakes – trash heaps, a big ugly pile of things you don’t need to see on a food blog, starting with:
A naked, salted chicken. This might excite the foodie and the few, but I don’t want to know about it.
Rotting [...]
In case you were wondering, she is still at it.
Cleo is either reaching for butter, or just snagged a piece of pastrami.
With that supernatural tongue, who can tell?
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