I've been thinking about this question, and this post, for quite some time, not sure how to proceed without sounding as if I'm trying to drum up business in the restaurant where I work. Trust me, after the amount of running up and down the steps to the kitchen that I do during a usual … Continue reading What’s in a name?
At home in Italy – dinner at Mezze Notte
Guilderland is not my usual stomping grounds, but I really need to get out that way more often. Last week the allure of Mezze Notte's restaurant week menu beckoned like a siren, you know kind of like a male siren, like this: But, anyway, back to my evening and what I ate. After a brief … Continue reading At home in Italy – dinner at Mezze Notte
The Warrior Dash as a life metaphor – updated*
Yesterday, I mastered my third consecutive Warrior Dash down in Windham. How was it, you ask? Well...it was really hard - maybe the hardest one yet, for me. A beautiful foggy early morning had turned into a sunny and bright late morning and the temperature had somehow crept up into the 80s. When I jumped … Continue reading The Warrior Dash as a life metaphor – updated*
Catching up with Moms@Work
Some recent topics from my blog over at the Times Union: A perfect summer day (and night) Camp Mommy Time - sign me up, please! Going to Ireland to find sunshine Over thinking A peace accord of sorts Traveling with my middle child Preparing children to travel sans mom What's HOT and what's NOT Taking … Continue reading Catching up with Moms@Work
Behold the mighty shrimp
I've got a question for you - what do you do with your shrimp shells? Please don't tell me you toss them in the trash because that would make me sad. You know that tossing the uncooked shells into the freezer could eventually give you something gorgeous like this, right?Since it is so simple, and … Continue reading Behold the mighty shrimp
Lunar B*tches
You knew it had to eventually happen, right? Our trio of women, bold enough to run in the dark by the light of the full moon,* have morphed into an exclusive little running club. I'd like to officially present the Lunar B*tches Running Club! A few facts about our group: Frequency of meetings: monthly. Distance: … Continue reading Lunar B*tches
The Rose of Tralee – sort of
About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did - one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest … Continue reading The Rose of Tralee – sort of
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