Words cannot describe how yummy the food is.
How about hand gestures? Try hand gestures, come on.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Words cannot describe how yummy the food is.
How about hand gestures? Try hand gestures, come on.
I had no yummy brunch, but I think I will drown my sorrows in the making of pie.
I bought a Table Talk pie. In spirit of the day.
Well, my cake wasn't as impressive as it could have been, since I'm pretty sure I saw the exact same one at Starbucks, but whatever. My sandwich(es) were great. As was the company. Even though ita wasn't there. Baby Burrell brought the cute short-hairedness that we would have otherwise been lacking.
Just got back from grocery shopping to find that it is Pie day and I got none and that Johnny Carson is gone.
Which reminds me of one of my favorite Tonight Show moments. He was interviewing a 102 year old woman. he asked her what she ate and she said "Mostly pie", which of course cracked him up.
I had no yummy brunch, but I think I will drown my sorrows in the making of pie.
We missed you, and are jealous of your pie. I won't even ask if you want to share.
Well, I dug out my car. And 1.5 other cars. And so, the parking wars begin....
Then I walked to Giant and got more oregano and hominy so I could make stew.
That wind is a BITCH! They have cleared the sidewalks twice, but the blowing snow has covered them up again.
Posole/chicken/chile stew was a good idea. Even if it used the last of my chile.
I'm glad we missed the secondary storm.
Is winter over yet?
Is winter over yet?
If only....
The snow is very pretty, but that opinion will no doubt change as I head off for work tomorrow. I just hope the stuff hasn't drifted enough to cover up what I shoveled yesterday.
That stew sounds very, very yummy.
I am making pasta sauce (tomatoes, red onion, white wine, sweet Italian sausage) which I plan to have over penne pasta. After a weekend of painting, cleaning, and shoveling, I feel that I deserve a real dinner.
Just eight short weeks until spring.
That's not short!