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 [...]
So cold.
It’s a blinding white glimpse of the obvious to say it’s cold, but there it is.
Cold never used to trouble me – and in fact I still adore winter, and before that fall, and rank Kansas summer heat just above root canal. But the fact remains that I am freezing. While walking [...]
Posted in vacation on Feb 22nd, 2008
I have a bright and happy feeling…
…that we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Still, I am waiting for the other Wellington boot to drop.
I am fairly certain that any moment now my 7:13 alarm will go off…
…and I will have to throw on wool socks, a t-shirt, a hooded sweater, jeans, a big red parka, a wool [...]
