Not hot dogs

I went to Saint Martin

…and thought seriously about not coming back. Whether you call it St. Martin or Sint Maarten, it’s a beautiful island.

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When my annual trip to Rehoboth fell through, Tammy came to my rescue.

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I made it!

Ever since I moved to my new apartment, I have cooked more and ordered less. Sorry Seamless, but this is a good change for me.

Recently I tried this recipe for a Mexican casserole from Joanna Goddard’s blog by Jennifer Farley of Savory Simple.

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I added ground beef to my version, but it would also be great with pulled chicken or chorizo. It was easy to make and I had meals for days. If one were inclined to make this lower fat or to hide vegetables inside, that would be simple to pull off.

It had been a while since I did much baking so I also made an apple-pear-blueberry crisp from my old standby desserts-only cookbook.

If you have any cook-ahead go-to meals, I’d love to hear about them in the comments.

Good food: Market Table in NYC

It has been a while since I posted about food. Two recent meals reminded me that I was overdue.

One restaurant, Market Table, was so good that I had to go back for seconds.

First, I dined there with Adrienne. Situated in the charming West Village, Market Table is a cozy nine-year old restaurant that I had somehow overlooked all this time. And it was simply through the luck of OpenTable that I picked it at all.

My friend and I had some serious catching up to do so I didn’t take any of my own pics. Fortunately Instagram came to the rescue.

 

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Now I want a new bed

Setting up my new apartment is slow going. Part of that is because I am, by nature, LAZY (remember the mirrors issue?). But part of it is that as soon as I tackle one project, I find another.

For example, I sold one of two nightstands only to realize “Oh, hey! A new headboard would really help my bedroom look great.”

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All these terrible anniversaries

I knew to dread Christmas. Because obviously, Mom and my first Christmas without Dad would be hard. My body created a buffer of sorts: I was sick in bed with bronchitis for three days beginning Christmas Eve, leaving Mom to fend for herself. I was so ill I couldn’t even feel guilty until later.

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I anticipated that the month of February would be painful between Valentine’s Day and Mom’s birthday. Dad was a romantic who enjoyed planning surprises for his wife and took pride in his gift giving.

I had no idea how painful my birthday would be. The first October 16 without Dad in this world, how it hurt. I was heartbroken all over again. Continue reading

My new home

Would you like to see it? Yes? Cool!

Here’s a sneak peek but I’ll do a full post once I am better settled.

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The big letdown

I approached Sunday’s arrival with nerves but excitement. Why? Because I told my friends at PS9 Pets that I would take Serge home with me on a foster-to-adopt basis.

20160527_165443After a few days, I would then see how my allergies did and how I felt about the responsibility of having a pet. Growing up, I never had a pet–unless you count tropical fish where were mostly cared for by Dad. Continue reading