After poor service for months, we have canceled our delivery of the newspaper and adjusted our morning routines accordingly. One doesn't have much access to the paper on line when one doesn't have a current subscription but there are ways around it (and no, I do not feel badly about it any more than the lady at the Times felt badly when we were missing sections of the newspaper every week).
It's always nice to start the day with Bill Cunningham.
You know I love Angela. Wouldn't it be nice to think if we were single we could get married?
I might make these. Or this.
I was thinking of doing this.
My blog-friend LB has opened a shop and you MUST go see it simply because every single THING she has seems to have been made for me. It's like ME in a shop. Unfussy. Beautifully made.
What could be better?
Oldest was recently mistaken for Oliver Peck (in a dark bar, I am assuming) and it did nothing to advance my cause for the shaving of the mustache. Oliver Peck is one of Oldest's heroes.
May he be as successful, say I.
K, with a banana leaf...
leaves in the pot with the pork (and 20 other ingredients)
uncovered after hours of anticipation...
Puerco Pibil has changed our lives.