Sorting it out one load at a time
I don’t think my daughter ever played dress-up. She had some gypsy stuff and leftover Halloween costume props that would surface as perfectly acceptable school accessories, but she never walked around in my heels or wanted to wear my work clothes. Now I know why. Katlyn is my oldest and today she turns twenty-three.…
I was born tomorrow. Technically, forty-five years ago tomorrow, but I’m not a stickler for details. I was born right into the lives of my parents. They were stupid in love with one another and I came into a world of cable cars, yellow, and motor oil. I tend to romanticize this time. The…
Lots of counting, tracking, and numbers this month. The United States just turned 239 years old. This blog has been around for eight years this month. Jack Jack Cutie Face will be one year old tomorrow and on the very last day of July 2015, I will be forty-four. I’m not sure what any of this means,…
Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers. All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers. The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body. Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…
I will be another year older next week. One more 365 day rotation completed. I will be baking my own cake. This year I have chosen the Chocolate Lavender Cake with Mascarpone Earl Grey German Buttercream. If I was looking for an accurate self reflection at this point in my life, I would probably go with the…
Cotter was born two and a half weeks early. My blood pressure went up, seems about right, and he wanted out. He was well over seven pounds and sick of floating around waiting for his life to start. Cotter began taking formula and cereal early too, he ate like a truck driver. He hated being…
I’m baking a cake today. Actually I baked the cake part last night and later today I’ll frost. This one’s a little different. Dark chocolate cake, vanilla buttercream frosting and then dark chocolate ganache poured over the top just until it cascades down the sides. It looks beautiful in the picture. Remains to be seen…
“Somebody help get me up to the 10th floor. It’s my birthday and I’ve got the hookers!” Those exact words were bellowed over and over again at two in the morning a few years ago. We were in Prague renting a great walk up when the birthday boy rang the buzzer. I’m pretty sure he…
I hate the grocery store. I like having food, but the process of shopping for it is annoying and don’t even get me started on the unpacking and putting away business. Michael cooks and…he likes to buy the food. Perfect right? It would be, except lately he invites me to go with him, cruise the…
