Getting Married and Other Mistakes
The July book for From Left to Write is Getting Married and Other Mistakes by Barbara Slate. A beautifully executed graphic novel, Getting Married and Other Mistakes takes a raw yet humorous look at what happens after a surprise divorce. Thankfully, I haven’t been through a divorce. Neither firsthand nor second — my parents are still (happily?)(kidding!) married. Divorce wreaks...
It’s like a kitty porn photo shoot up in here.
One of the perks of being home last weekend was the absolute abundance of mangoes pouring off my grandmother’s tree. Plump, bright, fragrant, and perfectly ripe, begging to be eaten. Every surface of my grandmother’s house is covered in mangoes — from the slab in her garage to her counter-tops and kitchen table — literally dozens upon dozens of mangoes. I love...
"Rainy Day" Shrimp Ravioli
We made ravioli with a variety of fillings during the pasta section of our cooking class in March. It was one of my favorite classes, and I lagged behind much later than any other night in order to finish making several batches of ravioli. I sampled a few that night, but most of the ravioli were sealed in freezer-safe bags and labeled for later use on “rainy days” when I didn’t...
Fancy Food Show Loot
I attended my first Fancy Food Show this week and am thrilled to report I had a BLAST. I have officially found my happy place. Aisle upon aisle upon aisle — literally hundreds of aisles — lined with food from across the globe. I’m giddy just thinking about it. Due to work and travel I was only able to spend two half-days at the show. Amateur error. Next year, I’m...
So this is pretty much the best thing ever. It’s a cake saw. I randomly stumbled upon it a few months ago and immediately earmarked it for the landlord’s birthday. Happy cake has come and gone, and was made all the more awesome with this nifty little thing. Happy Birthday, Babiecakes!
Every time I was handed a shot last night I passed it along to Pops. After three rounds of lemon drops the cousins upgraded to straight up tequila of the rail variety. We’re a classy bunch. Not everyone can hang with a rowdy group of twenty-somethings. Fewer still can throw back cheap tequila while being schooled on keeping his pinky finger upright. Happy Father’s Day, Pops. ...
This guy is the Tits McGee.
This is what happens when I run unsupervised. Apparently I don’t learn from my mistakes. Frank would also like you to appreciate his two-legged antics in the background.
Today the youngest of the Smith brood turns 25. Something tells me she who gleefully proclaims “happy halfway to [40, 50, 60, gasp!]” will conveniently overlook her own “halfway to” milestone today. Ah, sisters. They’re good like that, aren’t they? Happy Birthday Woozie! Here’s to many more years filled with shit-eating grins and rockstar pets. Love...