garlic bread

wednesday nights are spaghetti night in our house. and it wouldn't be spaghetti night if forest, the neighbor boy, wasn't poking around. turns out he's wild for my garlic bread. now if only i could get him to do the dishes.

bone that chicken

when i was a little girl my mom would let me watch this when i was sick. i cannot believe how well it holds up. yan is a genius and could probably teach a thing or two to all those fancy pants chefs that take themselves so seriously.

it's red lipstick season

welcome back honey, i've missed you.

is there life after new york?

no, i say. no, there is not. but alas, the boulderites triumphed and green reigned supreme. what a great night. my thanks to fellow new yorkers emily, john, laurel and, of course, dirty laundry.

after the rain

dear bunny,

someday, when you come home from college with your first big broken heart, wondering what kind of child you were and why things didn't didn't work out with what's-his-name, i will tell you about the night you were staring out the window and suddenly screamed, mama, there's a heart outside, let's go stand in it!. i will pour wine and wipe away your tears and kiss your brow and remind you that you have always been the center of every heart around you. i hope it will help.

love,

mama

sally hogshead

smack that...lol...reason #423 to never set foot in disneyland.