This past weekend my friends Jill and Jeffy, a.k.a. Fattyman, came down from Raleigh to visit.
I’m sure they’re just using me for my parents’ primo location by the water, but I’m okay with that. As long as that works
into my longer-term plan of convincing them to move to Wilmington.
And by ‘convince’ I mean ‘blackmail.’ But [...]
Two weeks ago I got the first! zucchini from my garden.
And I was so proud that I just wanted to stare and stare at it. It was so pretty! I may have caressed it a little bit. But not in a creepy Steve Buscemi-ish way.
Then I sliced it up and put it on a pizza:
After reading the first page of this book I had several thoughts.
The first was, ‘Oh crap.’
The second was, ‘What the hell is she talking about?’
The third was, ‘I’m going to have to read this during the day because if I read it at night it will put me to sleep and/or confuse me.’
Chock full o'nuts.
One of the great things (actually, maybe the only great thing) about working in an office of just women was the vast amount of time we spent talking about recipes.
We e-mailed recipes. We printed out recipes. We brought our cookbooks in to work and made copies of recipes on the giant Xerox [...]
First the dog was really excited because she thought she was going for a car ride. Then she was even more excited because she got to go to a new place where there were other dogs! Other dogs to play with!
And then she was excited to go into a back room to see new people! [...]
Let me just go ahead and say it: I love this book.
In fact, I dreamed about this book last night. I dreamed that I was at my friend Gina’s house and she had stacks of all of Zora Neale Hurston’s books, and I was soo excited to get to read them. Yes, I’m [...]
I'm big, I'm bold, I'm Art-Deco
My last day in L.A. Daneen gave me a tour of the Bullocks Wilshire building, which was like stepping into an Art-Deco Extravaganza. The building was originally built in 1929 as the upscale Bullocks Wilshire department store. And holy crap, what a building.
It currently houses a law school, complete [...]
I hate wearing gloves when I garden. I rarely do unless I am fighting with briars and brambles, which unfortunately is fairly often when I’m in the sunken garden.
The reason I don’t like gardening gloves is also the reason many men say they dislike condoms—less sensation or whatnot.
Though in my case it’s less a hedonistic [...]
Please don’t be mad at me.
But I’ve been holding out on you.
I didn’t mean to, really. It was just that winter got in the way, and then spring. And then gardening and a boy.
I’ve had this recipe for nearly a year now and have made it dozens of times. In the summer I usually end [...]
I don’t have much to say about this book except for ‘Eh.’
I thought the title was lovely and intriguing.
And here ends the positive portion of the review.
This novel was about Henry, a Chinese-American man who grew up in Seattle and came of age during WWII. It is supposed to be a love story, [...]