It's been amazing how quickly I've adjusted to Barcelona's late night schedule. I can only explain it as a magical alignment of being an early person and having the advantage of a six hour time difference. Whatever the reason, it's working for me and I haven't struggled at all with this temporary life of sleeping … Continue reading Eating up Barcelona
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The wisdom of Antonio Banderas
After spending my first day in Barcelona, I can say I understand exactly what Antonio's talking about. This place just stimulates the desire for languid pleasure and beautiful people and food are everywhere. With blue skies above our heads and cobblestones below our feet we wandered around quite a bit yesterday. When it came time … Continue reading The wisdom of Antonio Banderas
Le Petit Bistro – Rhinebeck
Have you been to Rhinebeck? Long before Hudson got cool, Rhinebeck was the destination for a Hudson Valley afternoon of fine eating and interesting shopping. The drive is lovely with many different roads which all lead there in a most scenic fashion, as I’ve experienced it, be it from the north, south or west and … Continue reading Le Petit Bistro – Rhinebeck
Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China
Yesterday my youngest son turned 11. I wish I could remember exactly what time of day he was born, but it’s honestly kind of a blur. I think that happens once you have more than two children, some of the specific details no longer stick. In complete honesty, I sometimes have to pause to recall … Continue reading Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China
Crushed for my crush
I was absolutely heartbroken yesterday to learn that Sentinel Butchery had closed their doors after a valiant attempt to provide best quality, local meats to the Capital District. Maybe you never had a chance to get to Emily Peterson's shop or consume the products she brought from farm to table, but I assure it was … Continue reading Crushed for my crush
Things I miss
The smell of my babies. There’s nothing like the fragrance of a newborn baby. Snow. This winter just feels a bit barren without it. Sleep uninterrupted by bathroom visits, drenched sheets and work related stress. Puppy breath. Evenings spent at home. Eating with abandon – an entire pint of Cherry Garcia, burgers actually on buns, … Continue reading Things I miss
Sunday supper – Husk, Nashville
When the girls and I go away we each have a role to play - Mary Lynn does research on music and shows to attend, Lisa is in charge of outdoor activities and places to visit and I arrange dinner reservations for an indulgent meal out. The Times Union's Steve Barnes had mentioned Husk to … Continue reading Sunday supper – Husk, Nashville
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