…and thought seriously about not coming back. Whether you call it St. Martin or Sint Maarten, it’s a beautiful island.
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.
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.
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.
For example, I sold one of two nightstands only to realize “Oh, hey! A new headboard would really help my bedroom look great.”
Let me back up for a second. Continue reading
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.
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.
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.
OK, you probably weren’t looking for the neat and clean, before I moved my junk in pics. I’ll try again soon. As always, I am taking my time decorating (aka I am lazy). Continue reading
After 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