I love throwing parties. If I had a truly disposable income and an untiring pool of friends, I’d throw a party a month.
We’re entering the time of year when my main food group is sausage.
Well, Memorial Day Weekend has come and gone and I’m so happy it’s the start of another summer season.
I have a great Easter brunch for you. How ‘bout that? This may be the first time I’ve had the forethought to share something with you that is seasonally relevant while also being published in a timely manner before a holiday. After a year plus, I’ve learned some things about the blogging world.
I’m a little embarrassed to pop back in here, after ignoring this space for so long. But hey, life gets busy, you know?
The weather in suburban New Jersey today is ideal for the lazy vacation day I’m taking. It’s one of my favorite kinds of days: a grey and drizzly day in December during which I feel perfectly content to order Christmas presents from bed while snuggling with one of my loving pets. What it is, is the perfect afternoon for a bowl of soup. But all of my soup is in Brooklyn, frozen and waiting for me to have the forethought to thaw it before I want it. Where did I learn how to do that? Well, from my mother, who also has several soup varieties sitting downstairs in her freezer, perfectly frozen and hard as a rock.