I feel like Caroline Ingalls, attempting to preserve civilization on the frontier wilds, with her tiny gilt-toed shepherdess on the mantel.
I love how bright food looks on a plate. And I love this guy, who is willing to eat salad with a knife & a jar from time to time.
One of our family traditions is a special dinner on St. Patrick’s Day. When I was a teenager, I was crazy about everything Irish…
Our family dinner was a lovely success despite a candle-wax spill (entirely my fault), and blurry pics, and too much food.
I find myself loving what we make: things that mean something to me. Or sometimes, distressed letters from Walmart. Yeah, that works.
“Watch for the Light” makes one of two Black Friday purchases for me. I was amazed by “Bread and Wine,” and am more than willing to attempt the sequel sight unseen.