A typical autumn Saturday... A cold morning moderated by sunshine and running around a field. Then it was off to All Good Bakers... ...for a couple of tasty baguettes to accompany the fantastic cheese I selected from my new neighbor, The Cheese Traveler. I went with a raw cow's milk washed rind (washed with beer!) … Continue reading Living La Vida Local
Closing and opening a door
I said something to a friend the other night about how I don't know how to fix things, I just learn to adapt to them. At the time, I was speaking explicitly about my wonky door which doesn't close firmly unless you futz with it. Wonky and futz are technical terms, obviously. When the words … Continue reading Closing and opening a door
Falling in love again. With fall.
I'm sure that many people interpret autumn as the final punctuation to summer's end. I prefer to think of it as more of a transitional time, an opportunity for appreciation and acknowledgement of a summer well-lived. You know me, I'm more a half-full kind of girl. While it is impossible to deny the shift in … Continue reading Falling in love again. With fall.
(An estimated) 8,000 people, 400 kegs and a dozen dachshunds – It must be Oktoberfest!
One of my sons asked me the other day who drinks more beer, the Irish or the Germans. Being the product of a German mother and an Irish father makes me an authority in his eyes, I suppose. My best answer was it depends what month of the year it is - and October belongs … Continue reading (An estimated) 8,000 people, 400 kegs and a dozen dachshunds – It must be Oktoberfest!
When a house is a home
The other night I attended my oldest son's annual Open House at Albany High School. He's a sophomore this year so I didn't have the same sense of urgency to go as I did last fall when he was a mere freshman. Despite my strong desire to stay at home to watch the Yankees play, … Continue reading When a house is a home
I don’t know Pho, but Yum!
Early in the summer I had a craving for an inexpensive, light lunch and remembered that Linh Diep from My Linh, had opened a place right in the area I happened to be. I am a huge fan of the simple fresh flavors of Vietnamese food, although I can't claim a wealth of experience or … Continue reading I don’t know Pho, but Yum!
Why does “fit” sound like “fat” to me?
For awhile I kept hearing that I was too thin. It both disturbed and delighted me. Don't get me wrong, I am a healthy eater and borderline obsessive exerciser, yet I don't deny my body either food or rest. But there's something about being thin that feels powerful, in charge, in control. I grew up … Continue reading Why does “fit” sound like “fat” to me?
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