Europe is f%*king expensive. [wife edits: in case you missed it, that’s percent star expensive – sub in whatever beautiful artifact you’ve just been looking at and multiply it’s price…
The gearhead and I have spawned a “goes to eleven” child. [gearhead edits: 25 years ago I got that as a custom plate for the jaguar to go with the…
The other day the gearhead stood in the middle of the kitchen with an expression of worry on his face. It is rare to see the man stop moving for…
The gearhead and I celebrated 15 years of marriage the other day. Well, celebrated probably isn’t the right word because we didn’t: go out for a romantic dinner for two…
I operate in a frenetic fog. Not by choice. It’s the nature of full time work, raising a family [wife edits: I use the verb loosely] and a commitment to…
This is a dish that I crave year round but it can’t be replicated with store-bought produce during the depths of winter – I’ve tried with disappointing results. It’s addictive…
In my last post, some of you may have detected the barely concealed restraint as I described what a gearhead is. While I was snapping photos and typing away, the…
The gearhead is on to me about my plan to infiltrate his dinners with more vegetarian fare. Before this blog, he accepted the chance disappearance of meat at some of…
So it turns out I didn’t learn to grout this past weekend and I did have time to make jam [wife edits: recipe for Blue Raspberry Jam with Chambord to…
This weekend was supposed to be free; free from travel, free from entertaining, free from obligations. I started dreaming mid-week about the jams and pickles I want to process. I’m…
