My sister really knows how to plan a weekend visit. Step one, consult with your local Trader Joe’s cashier for the inside scoop on good local tourist spots. Step two, go to the strange place recommended by said cashier and hand-feed goats with baby bottles. It’s over. She’s won. The place in question, Grant’s Farm, brings
I’m traveling for work this week (New Jersey, great fun), so I encounter many more TV screens than usual. In the airport, in the train station, in the hotel lobby—all of them showing news, and all of the news about Trump. I don’t know how to process this turn of events. I’m not sure how
Here’s the thing: this wedding took place on the San Juan Islands off the coast of Seattle. I live in Boston. As it turns out, those two places are not super close together. The master plan started with six cakes baked in Massachusetts, frozen, packed into a backpack, and flown across the country. What, like
My first wedding cake! (Side note: every time I say a phrase beginning with “my first,” I imagine it as a board book introducing toddlers to the subject. This would be a really good one, probably involving mud pies.) I had SO MUCH fun with this project. As the kid who spent days off from
I’m still not sure how it happened, but my work sent me to Paris. PARIS. For a week of real, important work things and a weekend of me running around the city and squealing because I was in Paris and eating an absurd amount of pastries. Actually the pastry-eating happened all week too. Please. For
Today marks exactly one month before my half marathon! After much equivocation and holding out for a better option, my sister deigned to invite me to St. Louis to run the Rock’n’Roll half with her and prove to her doubting friends that I’m real. For whatever reason, I jumped at the chance to visit her in
The end of summer hit with a vengeance here this week—last dragon boat race of the season, end of summer hours at work, and a hurricane that brought the first rain in a long time. Dramatic much, Massachusetts? I’m not ready to need pants again! There’s still ice cream to be eaten and s’mores strategy
When I moved into my new studio, I immediately set up compost service and enrolled in a CSA—there was nowhere to sit in my kitchen and I wouldn’t buy a couch for another month and a half, but the vegetables were all set. Priorities. I love figuring out what to do with the weekly influx
Oh hey! I didn’t really mean to take such a long break, and I have all sorts of really good excuses to justify my radio silence. For instance: I moved! Only about a mile, but into this tiny little studio that is perfect in every way except for its utter lack of kitchen counters and
It’s been a crazy couple of months over here–between work travel and road trips all over the Northeast, I don’t think I’ve been home for two weekends in a row since… January? There was camping in really unfortunate 18 degree weather and a swanky dinner that blew me away in New York City (Prune! So