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 [...]
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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Posted in Cleo on Jan 19th, 2009
Yeesh! How life intervenes. I’ll be back tomorrow with something tasty, but for now, please enjoy the quickest, cutest flashback I could find. From April 17, 2008, it’s my favorite kalamata-nosed girl in all her coyote glory.
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Poor Cleo.
When we moved, she thought she was leaving fire trucks and sirens behind. We knew there was [...]
