A few Thanksgivings ago, some girlfriends and I were lounging on the host’s couch complaining about how we could not eat a single bite more. The turkey, the stuffing, the sides… just everything about that meal had been perfection. Coupled with a few glasses of vino and it was a done deal. Buttons from jeans… Continue reading Chicks Dig Pie
There is something to be said about putting a basket full of warm bread with creamy butter in front of ten hungry girls… it will be gone in minutes, someone will ask the waiter for seconds (including more butter!) and all the while all ten girls will be complaining about how carbs will be the… Continue reading Maison de la Categorie
One thing about being an expatriette (as I like to call it, although I suppose I would be more of a repatriette) is that every time you move away from home, you leave behind a whole slew of things: your old apartment that you painstakingly decorated, boy baggage – which is better left in your… Continue reading My Galentine
I blew out nine candles on three different birthday cakes this past weekend which, I suppose, makes me 90 years old this year if we’re counting. Oddly enough 90 seems more feasible than 30 – I couldn’t possibly be 30 already but I guess I am… Goodness… This year, I wanted somewhat of a low… Continue reading 30.