On the way out of Chicago yesterday I decided to try again to get to Damato’s Bakery. When I tried Friday there was so much snow that I couldn’t find a place to park. A big banner on their website proclaimed that they would… Continue Reading “The Pepper and Egg Sandwich Experience”
I was wrong. I have never been fond of chocolate mint. Well, I do love peppermint patties, but I never was a fan of mint chocolate ice cream or any other mint chocolate flavors. Even the Girl Scout mint cookies weren’t a favorite. I… Continue Reading “I Was Wrong”
We had storms Friday night. Compared to Louisiana storms, this one was mild, but I found myself laying in bed watching the lightning before I fell asleep. Summer storms feel so refreshing to me. I always imagine the atmosphere is releasing pent-up anxiety over… Continue Reading “Sunday Night Check-In: Running, Raspberries and Rain”
Today was a perfect day. I slept with the windows open last night. The temps are in the 50s at night and in the 60s – low 70s during the day. It is freaking awesome. It’s great running weather, perfect hiking weather and the… Continue Reading “A Perfect Day”
In Louisiana children are served coffee-milk for breakfast. It was this milky, mildly coffee-flavored drink sweetened with lots of sugar that got me started on my most dysfunctional and impossible-to-sever relationship. No amount of negotiation, compromise, boundary-setting or re-navigation seems to make this relationship… Continue Reading “Dancing with Addiction: Coffee”
The first really chilly weekend is upon us up here in Southwest Michigan, and I’m ready for some warming foods. Last Sunday I stocked up on all the local produce I could find – golden pears, apples, butternut squash and sweet potatoes. I love… Continue Reading “It’s Chai Time!”
It was hot yesterday. It was Louisiana hot. I got out in the morning but opted to spend the afternoon inside in the AC washing clothes, cooking, and basically getting my chores done. I made some homemade mouthwash with essential oils and baking soda… Continue Reading “Sunday Night Check-In: A Michigan Summer’s Bounty”
Pawpaw was a farmer. He toiled away at Exxon for his lifelong career and pension, but his passion was growing things. One afternoon I watched with horror as his little shed containing his collection of farming tools burned to the ground. It may have… Continue Reading “The Quest for Local Food”