Okay, okay, the name of the cafe is a work in progress. Neither Savannah nor Ryder could agree, so a compromise was made. Welcome children to the highs and lows of committees. “Let It Go Freeze Hole Cafe” was mounted over the lunch dive spot nonetheless. $5.00 each was given in various coin amounts into…
It was 1993, I was nine years old. I had entered the 18th century John Greenhow general store in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The wide plank hardwood floors squeaking beneath my small boots, my hands clasped in anticipation. I was overwhelmed by the spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, and my favorite – lavender. I picked up…
I’m not dead. No one has died. If you have noticed a three-week absence it is because life has been splendidly wonderful in other areas and thus not allowing for the luxury of writing. Think 4am clandestine meetings with iPads and convincing a two year old to get back to bed! An adorable 11 month…
There have been many perks to marrying into Chris’ family. High up there is his mom’s cooking. As I’ve mentioned before, I took the “This isn’t how my mom’s tasted…” comments early in our marriage in stride. Primarily because I was trying to achieve exactly that – her recipes – because they taste so good.…
The wind was picking up, the rain was coming down in sheets. Gray and black clouds were above us settled in for the evening. There was no chance I was going to make it to the grocery store, enter improvisation cooking: Stormy Tom Sauce – Printable Version (Encore presentation performed by Rory and Ryder Mack.…