Buying munchkins their very first pair of Chucks and a whoopee cushion to boot. Gratifying! ♦
Dropped a metal box on my foot earlier. Youchy, mama! Am participating in the March of Dimes March For Babies walk this Saturday AM. Timing! ♦
Like a kitchen with room enough for a little dancing. Stir the stew, cha-cha-cha. Baste that bird, tra-la-la. Tomato soup, dip and swoop! ♦
Were I teeny tiny, you’d find me sitting in a waffle square filled with buttery maple syrupness. ♦
Long live the vinyl.
For Christmas, Bean gave me these fantabulous bookends made from old records. Repurposing is a beautiful thing! Though this particular item does make me feel a bit for the music. Find them at spinninghat.com.
One Pot Chicken and Brown Rice.
This was far more delicious than I imagined it’d be. Simple, simple, simple- chop up some stuff and dump it in the pan, cover and simmer where the magic apparently happens, allowing for all the flavors to intermingle and saturate the rice. Made it again the very next week even, which just doesn’t happen much, as variety is a muse.
There’s so much beauty to be found in the ugly. To me, this is rather ugly. And yet, I’m finding beauty, maybe it’s in composition, possibly in the repetition of coils, likely the light’s play on the stained rim. ♦
“A romantic has to be right only once in their whole life…” -Local Color. Waiting to be right. ♦
@erinpillar Merely the framework to house the dreams of a lifetime! Vague, but it’ll make sense soon. Wait, someone’s a cilantro fiend?! ♦