The sky looks smudged today. I have a particular fondness for days with smudgy skies. When the clouds threaten (or deliver) rain and the wind sweeps around me like it wants to pick me up off my feet and carry me away, I feel a lovely sense of calm....
I can smell the cold in the air. It seeps through the windows and lingers around the doorjambs. Every morning when I let the dogs out, my feet hurt from standing on the tiles near our back door. Nashville has frozen over. Not the same way that the northward...
It’s been a year. Not a whole year, but close enough to a whole year that I stare at my blog in shame and think, I have failed you. I’d LOVE to just breeze past this hiatus like I’ve been posting once a week (heck once a month) for...
I woke up the other morning, and it was one degree outside. One degree Fahrenheit. I shivered by the door while my dog wandered the yard. I did my morning workout and alternated between jacket on and jacket off the whole time. I left my coffee sitting on...
I had an existential fish yesterday. To be more specific it was an existential salmon. To fully understand how one of those aquatic wonders could be existential, you’ll have to understand one thing: I don’t eat fish. I hate fish. I always have. I hate fish so much that...
I like baking. I’m sure a few of my other posts have alluded to this fact, but I’m not sure that the full extent of this enjoyment has been made clear. Two weeks before we started this diet, I made a huge pan of Twix flavored brownies. A week...
The other day I was in the mood for something a little spicy and a little sweet. After hunting through the internet, I found a recipe that seemed to suit that need with very few alterations. Spicy Honey Glazed Chicken Thighs from Justapinch.com. I wasn’t sure how they’d turn...
This past month has not been as productive as I wanted it to be. I entered November in the middle of a two week cold (which I seem to get bi-annually when fall matures into winter and then when winter bows out for spring). The first week is always...
I grew up helping my mom around the house. Or, I should say, I grew up helping my mom around the house when she told me to. I wasn’t enthusiastic about most of the chores, but my fondness for cooking became evident at an early age. My mom would...
The weekend before last I went to the premier performance of a friend’s play. I’ve been to a few of these. We went to college together, and many of the theater majors directed plays that he’d written. Last weekend, his sister’s drama class put on an original fairy tale...