Husband woke me up with a texted view from his layover hotel this morning. He’s in St. Thomas.
Phone call from him later in the morning. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Picking the dead leaves off the philodendron. You?”
“Just finished breakfast. I might go for a run on the beach. It’s 85 degrees.”
It was 12 degrees here this morning. Oh comfort me with food…
Today after chicken chores, dog walk, vacuuming and making a big pot o’ damn hot chili, I will do some reading for a class that starts this week, Food Writing, at Harvard Extension School. I’m really looking forward to it. I’m hungry for it.
Also blogged today: Cold and ice make soup taste nice
Love this skit, from Portlandia…