In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer. -Mark Twain
31 August 2012
30 August 2012
I share about one baby video with the world every four and a half months, which makes it okay sometimes. Right? Last time, it was bubbles. This time, animal control. I caught the kid attempting to capture two of our dogs in a shopping bag while I was putting away groceries.
28 August 2012
Although it's convenient to speak of our June travels collectively as a Baltic road trip, I hesitate in doing so for two reasons. We only toured two of the three Baltic countries (Lithuania and Latvia), touching down only briefly in Estonia to change planes. It's disappointing in the same way that having Ventnor and Atlantic in your pile and never rolling the number you need for Marvin Gardens is.
25 August 2012
Sometimes, all a girl needs is a new bike saddle and cork grips. Well, and a warm bed, several shades of lipstick, the world's darlingest baby, a kind husband, a suitable camera, a book to read, incredible friends with contagiously distinctive laughs, and a working oven. And a weekend ahead of her. If that's all, then I've got it.
24 August 2012
I really need to start expanding my baking inspirations; my obsession with Smitten Kitchen recipes is verging on stalking. I've been feeling like this for a little while. However, this gem of a recipe popped up a few weeks ago, and I needed it. Now.
More importantly, I needed to share the beauty of lemon bars with my non-American friends here; I had a feeling this was a strictly US of A thing. And damn diggity was I right.
21 August 2012
Sometimes the body craves the food it was raised on. In the autumn and at Christmas, that meant pumpkin bread with a luscious ribbon of cream cheese running through the center. It's not autumn or Christmas yet, but I had a butternut squash sitting on the counter; all I could see when I looked at it was a loaf of that bread.
Yesterday, I relished in the simplicity of routine. The feel of clean laundry folding under my hands. A sunshiny cycle to the supermarket. Scratching the little dog with both hands on the scruff of the neck, watching her eyes half-close in bliss. Fresh produce adorning my kitchen. A stroll with the baby bird to the neighborhood park. Reading books together with hot skin pressed against the cool tile floor.
20 August 2012
If I had some sort of award to give, I'd do so now. Seriously, this girl is talented. Like in an unparalleled way. And wise beyond her years.
19 August 2012
18 August 2012
namesake furry gentle giant, our quick stopover for lunch in San Bernardino didn't disappoint.
17 August 2012
town turned into a two-hour hike on the Matterhorn Trail. I was passed up by a few pairs with much more serious gear (and, presumably, intentions), but my rolled-out-of-bed getup gave away that I was just there for the view and lungfuls of crisp air.
15 August 2012
current locale, but here is a peek at the final days of our travel to the states. Colorado chose these days to get moody in the sky, which made for gorgeous sunsets and a persistently sigh-able skyline.
14 August 2012
10 August 2012
But when it comes to matters of the palate (other than the milk thing), I want food to surprise me.