My New Year’s Culinary Challenge
I keep reminding myself that New Year’s resolutions don’t last. I have to keep telling myself that, because right now my gym is packed. The dressing room is full of people putting on new sneakers, and the weight machines are full of people staring cryptically at the not-so-helpful illustrations of faceless male bodies and the accompanying terse Hemingway-esque...
Where is Marshall?
I know the long silence from my blog has left many of you bereft, like a ship without its mooring, wandering this bleak world wondering, “Why? Where?” The reasons for my absence are long and varied, and involve a combination of these words: travel, Mexico, lost camera, Montezuma’s Revenge, tired, work, sick, sick days, sleeping. Because of...
Salad Tips for the Meat and Potatoes Girl
I am not a “salad eater.” Usually, sitting down to a nicely dressed bed of greens just leads me to growl, “I’m not a rabbit!” I’d rather be chowing down on a sandwich, or bowl of pasta. However, in an attempt to “grow up,” I’m going to try to change my relationship with salads-...
Happy Spring!
I’ve had a very wonderful, fun-filled past few weeks- and its getting better- after work (in a mere 20 minutes!) I’m heading up to the Poconos to have a mini-reunion with some college friends. With all this activity and traveling, I’ve haven’t even done a full load of laundry in weeks. Belong are some of...
Happy Valentine’s Day
People get really down on Valentine’s day. I can say that I have been single every year of my life on Valentine’s day - once, in the eighth grade, a boy asked me out at 12:05 am on February 15, but that’s another story- but I feel no need to get bitter and hateful about being...
Merry Christmas!
I feel incredibly blessed to have been around so much love this Christmas season, from friends and family, new and old (I got to be around two babies for their first Christmases! You’re in this family for the long haul, sorry kids)- and have been reminded, over and over again, how lucky I am to...
Why I Love Christmas
Christmas is my favorite holiday, bar none. Last year I decorated a real tree in my house, while cackling, “I’m Father <expletive> Christmas!” to my roommates, three of whom were Jewish and a bit overwhelmed at the vigor in my Christmas cheer. This year, we did not buy a real tree, but as I started...