(Circa 1992. My aunt made my clown costume and we all (pretty, pretty obviously) did our own makeup. You’re welcome.) Happy day-before-Halloween! Or rather, as it’s called this year, crazy-nuts-hurricane-clean-up-day. I hope you’re all staying high and dry and doing … wait! there’s more…
I mean… Do I even need words for these? How dang CUTE is he? I could just eat him up. Which, in fact, is exactly what I intend to do. So. Sorry I’m not sorry. Here’s a checklist for owl … wait! there’s more…
These doughnuts are baked and not fried, cinnamon-sugared and not plain, eaten and not saved. Both dunked and crumbled. Take the leap! Make some doughnuts. Other leaps worth taking, while we’re on the subject: Write things, even if you feel … wait! there’s more…
I spent the weekend in Tennessee, near Chattanooga; it’s where Ben’s Nana grew up. We were there to celebrate the life of this amazing Southern lady, to smile at her kindness and spirit, to cry because we’ll miss her. When … wait! there’s more…
A few things that are true: 1. Sharks can (sort of) sense fear. 2. Pumpkin patches in California are dusty and meltingly hot, even in October. 3. I’m having dinner with my Uncle Bob tonight. 4. My Uncle Bob lives … wait! there’s more…
I’ve been wanting to tell you about this caramel recipe for awhile, but then it was suddenly upwards of 90 degrees here and I was too busy panting my way up the stairs (four flights, come on!) and standing directly … wait! there’s more…