Thursday, July 18, 2013
Apparently this is the week I abandon all former waltzes with vegetarianism and cook things in bacon fat, because I can, and because it proves my southern heritage in a way that no paprika-roasted chickpea ever will.
I'm okay with it. Things feel a bit more sluggish than when my diet is plant-based, but have you ever tasted potatoes fried in bacon fat and turned into summer hash? It's indulgent, comforting, and delicious. This week has been a respite from an otherwise frantic summer - a husband and wife taking refuge from the professional rat race, and instead, cooking meals, watching thunderstorms beside our dog.
Friday, July 12, 2013
We spent July 4th in Boston, the most patriotic city there is. A group of our best friends joined us for an exercise in relaxation, laughter, and fresh oysters. We stayed in an apartment with huge windows right on the Charles, so you can imagine our view of the fireworks. Incredible. I particularly loved this photo.
Here's to another happy year and more summer fun.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
What a summer. That's a common phrase. Summer is the stuff dreams are made of. As a child, you spend nine grueling months of the year doing things like homework and studying, but all the while, you're dreaming of summer -- sweet, cheerful, lazy summer. Even as I approach the end of my twenties, I find that sentiment remains.