Spring sprang and the chicken house was a nice, warm, toasty place.
Where I document a week’s worth of eating on my blue plates. Isn’t that special . . .
Warning: emotional post about an old piano
Keep your hands to yourself in making this scrumptious creme fraiche.
Fang calico cat leaps on Lily dog face!
One word: puppies.
Where I rock some slimy, briny haikus . . .
No one wants to subsidize bad decisions, but no one wants anyone to suffer.
I am always taking pictures of food and scenery with the intention . . .
Carla was right. Don’t try this at home.
The best thing about the morning was a crumble of cheese.
Japanese milk bread: where have you been all my life?