February 2012
4 posts
WatchThis is happening, at midnight, below our kitchen window. Gora inauteriak!
Molasses Cookies and a Lamb's Heart: a Reflection...
Before settling into real work this morning at the restaurant, I made a fresh batch of molasses-chocolate chip cookies for my co-workers, who couldn’t pronounce “chocolate chip cookies” if their lives had depended on it.
Then I put a skinned lamb on a cutting board and chopped its head off with a hatchet. It took two of three strikes to get through, and I’ll admit that I...
Happy Yule, Y'all.
Christmas Day in south Georgia with Kentucky cousins, Wisconsin cousins, Basque boyfriend, and a few others.
To start thing off, Eliza was SUPER-STOKED about the holidays.
Iz made super-cool duct-tape place cards (but moms got to decide the seating order)
Bro-time
Beast of a feast
Pops ‘n pecan pie
Boyfriend and both my grandmothers. So precious.
Los Giery
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Squid Guts is the Pits.
I hate squid.
I don’t like the look of them, what with their freakish “wings” and huge bulging eyes; their swimming in one direction and lunging in the other to attack; their color-changing skin and whippy tentacles; their ridiculous attitude that makes them, oh, attack whales. Their ways of communicating with each other are sneaky and scary—I’m actually afraid...
