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It seems like folks are always searching for hassle-free implements for their very much hassled lives. Wrinkle-free clothes, dish detergent that also softens your hands, thermostats you can control away from home...
I hope you're all planning to show your mom some love this weekend. Moms are probably one of the best things to befall mankind.
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This has been one of the coolest, wettest springs on record in this area. We've had two good gully washers and a lot of small rain showers. The wildflowers rejoice. The trees, however, have been losing their footing.
We've been living as dictated by our calendar lately.
Of course, food writers tend to live by the calendar, but in a fast-forward kind of way. We have to start thinking about Christmas and Hanukkah in October, and we do our Fourth of July grilling in May. From what I understand, food writers for magazines think even further in advance.
So, I've been sucked into Instagram against my will. I'm going to do you the favor of NOT talking about how awesome it is for the remainder of the post, but I will say that I find the visuals much more appealing and interesting than Twitter, which I have been struggling with for 2 years.
Perhaps the title doesn't inspire rapturous visions of breakfast for you. Grain-free, you're thinking. Hmmm...
Perhaps the open-minded among you will say, "Well, it's healthy, so you have to give it a pass." And I know some of you, those a bit more protective of your mealtimes, will shrug it off as yet another blogging phenomenon destined to be lost to the annals of internet flotsam.
I would be lying if I said I loved carrots.
They seem like the perfect snack--crunchy, healthy, bright and cheerful. But I've just never loved them. I have a suspicion that this is because the ones at the supermarket are big and kind of woody, and perhaps if I could find some little tender ones I'd be in business.
What does spring mean to you? Wildflowers, chirping birds, bumble bees ponderously levitating from one bloom to the next like drunks on a bar crawl? Come good weather, these things occur to me and brighten my temperament… but the seasonal change doesn’t really hit home for me until I light the chimney starter and cook something over an open flame.
I'm going to have to start this post with a disclaimer. I know almost nothing about making cocktails.
I like cocktails, you understand, but they always seem to require a cabinet full of various liquors, liqueurs, bitters, mixers, and special ice cube trays. It would be great to have all that, of course, but we're just not there yet. And really, we don't necessarily want to be.