Landing at LAX
One of the most interesting sights I have ever seen was planes landing at Los Angeles International Airport in Los Angeles, California. My friends Brian and Michelle took me for a drive through Malibu and up Topanga Canyon when I was visiting them a few years ago. Brian surprised us gals with a thoughtful little picnic, a telescope, and some cozy jackets he brought for Michelle and I. As we ate...
I have only been to Philadelphia two times…that count. That is to say, two trips which have been more than your standard to-and-from the airport perfunctories. The first time was in December 2010 and the second a year later – just about 10 days ago as a matter of fact. The first trip was basically not much more than a handshake. “Hi Philly, how ya doin’?” Also, the bitter cold of 2010, with it’s...
There are a few things synonymous with Colorado in the wintertime - things you can count on with absolute certainty. #1. Your skin will relinquish all it’s moisture and become so dry that you will have to slather yourself from head to toe with emollients three times a day just to keep your fingertips from cracking. It will be so dry that 75% of light switches you touch will administer a...
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Dear All, A friend of mine, Michelle Fabio, has a wonderful blog that I highly suggest you follow (http://bleedingespresso.com) and is a regular contributor on one of my favorite podcasts, Eye On Italy. Originally a paesana from Pennsylvania, her blog always provides genuinely sincere and heartwarming glimpses into her life. Michelle has moved to her ancestral village of Badalato, Italy - where...
The Best of Phoenix [is Pizzeria Bianco]
Without flourishing introduction, let me just say that I went to Pizzeria Bianco. More like - I achieved the feat of dining at Pizzeria Bianco. I… me… moi went to Pizzeria Bianco. For the six years that I have been going to Phoenix, I’ve been trying to make it to this legendary establishment. On my first visit down, my cousin Jessica told me about it and tried to get reservations for...
My Love Letter to Tee & Cakes
Please know that if there is one thing that is true about me it is that I do not exaggerate when it comes to cake. I take cake very seriously. I am a very harsh critic when it comes to this topic and I have high expectations. Call me a food snob if you like, but I am at the point now where there is no way I will waste calories on supermarket cake. Frosting out of a can? Get outta my face. For...
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via meanderingwind)
Expectations and how I fail at supressing them.
I recently moved from practically sea level to 5000+ feet, so I’m enduring the long and agonizing (i.e. expensive) process of once again tweaking all my recipes. Ugh. My standby white cake recipe decided to royally disappoint me on Wednesday night, so now I am cautious about wasting ingredients. Okay… I’m always cautious about wasting ingredients. I could go on a tirade about...
Before arriving, I had intended on staying in Paris for two or three days and sampling my fair share of macaroons. Upon actually arriving, it was clearly going to be an effort of massive proportions to tear myself away from the City of Light. And the macarons…well! I ate my fair share and yours, too! In fact, I devoted an entire day to them. My journal entry from 3.7.10 begins:...
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.– Anaïs Nin (via thresca)
I have traveled with a few of my friends ~ Serena, Jenn, ex-boyfriends who shall remain nameless ~ and have been lucky enough to have great experiences with them (other than some snoring, of course). However, there is one companion that rises above the rest. Cassie. She is the yin to my yang when we are traveling. We are complimentary in every possible way. When one of us is tired, the other...
Top 3 Songs to Start a Road Trip: →
In no particular order… Powerman ~ The Kinks Don’t Fence Me In ~ preferably Talking Heads version Where the Streets Have No Name ~ U2
Caravela; Fall River, MA
I’m almost done with the massive undertaking that is packing up my desk. It boggles my mind that at some point in time I thought it made perfect sense to scribble “ginger plum tea” on the back of a blood donation appointment card, tuck it under my pencil cup, and realistically expect to come back to it with a sense of purpose at some point in the future. Was this some tea I...
Where my mouth was happiest in the Coal Region
As my year-long stint in Pennsylvania’s Coal Region is coming to a close, I feel it’s only fitting to point out the culinary highlights from the last twelve months. First and foremost… Pecorino Romano cheese from Varano’s Wholesale Market in Mt. Carmel, PA. This unassuming little shop doesn’t have a large selection of cheeses, but it is where I found the best...
(hopefully) temproary lameness in the Creativity...
Oh my gosh, how is it possible I haven’t blogged in almost two months?! Ugh. So much for getting into a habit. I suppose this literary hiatus pretty much coincides with taking on a full-time mind-numbing grown-up job that sucked out my soul, including the creative portion that writes about stuff. Well, not to worry. I gave notice at the aforementioned job and will be free come the end of...