I love Julia Child. I also love to cook, but more in the fashion of Chef Louis – with much humming and jigging and dabs of flour and throwing ingredients
I love Julia Child. I also love to cook, but more in the fashion of Chef Louis – with much humming and jigging and dabs of flour and throwing ingredients
There is nothing better than snowshoeing, dreaming, shooting guns, playing games and laughing heartily to fill the soul. The fella and I just got back from a week in Oregon,
The Christmas tree comes down today, an event that always sorrows my sentimental little heart. But in its wake are goals for this next year – plans for fitness and
I haven’t written much about Christmas this year (unlike most years, when i inundate the Internet with sappy posts about love and snow) and until now, I didn’t really know
I love to cook. I really, truly do. Our cousins, knowing this fascinating tidbit about me, gave me this piece of wonderment: Trouble is, the cute little cutters don’t actually
…so here you go.
Prompt: Appreciate. What’s the one thing you have come to appreciate most in the past year? How do you express gratitude for it? This is a good one for me,
December 6th’s Reverb prompt is: Make. What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear
So, December 3rd and 4th tie in perfectly together, and since I’m already behind, I might as well lump ’em in and act like it was planned, right? Right. So
I shot guns. But you knew that. This post is mostly to assuage my guilt for not having written more fun fluff here. I miss it. I miss you. But,