Valentine’s Day Re-dux
(aka Infant Sick = Valentine’s Day Postponed)
This post is definitely very delayed but we have been going through a rough patch in our house lately. The past two weeks my son (3 months old) has had a cold, which translates to no one in our house is sleeping except for the 4-year-old. By the middle of the first week we were past bleary-eyed five cups of coffee tired and approaching epic levels of sleep deprivation which culminated over Valentine’s Day weekend for me with flu like symptoms of achey legs, trembling hands and a very sensitive stomach. But no actual sickness ensued, it was just my body’s way of saying – seriously,
you need to sleep – or things are going to get ugly around here. Continue reading
I’ve never really been big on Valentine’s Day celebrating. Maybe I’m a bit cynical of the “holiday” because of the years I spent working in the restaurant industry. For folks working in the service industry this is probably hands down one of the most dreaded nights of the year where everybody comes out of the woodwork . Really – why do we need just one day set aside for acts of love and kindness? Why should one day be reserved for this, why not every day? Continue reading
Last week I used this blog as a motivator to try and branch out and experiment with a weeknight meal. Usually during the week we stick to a simple formula: Monday is pasta, Tuesday is turkey tacos, Wednesday we have fish, Thursday we usually have some kind of pork or chicken or a second pasta dish, and Friday is pizza. Continue reading
My mother does so much for me, my kids, my sister, her kids, and my dad – it is the personification of love. I will never be able to repay her for all she has done or will do for us all. Often her special days are celebrated with a phone call or quick text, while our children’s days are weekend events. Continue reading
The beginning of warmer weather is always cause for celebration in Vermont. We welcomed the warmer weather with FIRE – Francis Mallmann style FIRE. Continue reading
The peaceful shores of Maine
Everyone’s had those weeks – the ones where you start out optimistic and positive and end dark and stormy. That’s the week we’ve had. In my 20s I was big on the pity party. You know – grab a bottle, grab a buddy, get shitty and moan about your life. In my 30s I realized acting like a complete hot mess in public wasn’t allowed so I usually hibernated at home with a bottle and a movie or a book. I’m 40ish and have 2 little kids, no time for a pity party. So, rather than be angry mommy I asked my hubby and sister-in-law to head to the ocean with me. A change of scenery always changes your perspective. So let’s run away from home! Continue reading
Syrup grade samples from last year’s draw. Fancy!
Winter is still nipping at the heels of spring, holding its last bit of ground before releasing us into warmer weather and Vermont’s fifth season – mud season. April is an odd month in Vermont. It can never seem to make up its mind whether it is winter or spring. We have had flurries this along with rainy days that leave every inch of ground like a mud bog followed by clear, sunny days. I, however, love these foggy, rainy spring days. Continue reading
This weekend is my husband’s 42nd birthday. It also happens to be Easter, so family meal is jam packed this weekend. About a year ago my sister-in-law’s boyfriend started called my husband “Big Swing” – cause he’s the “boss” or “El Heffe” or “HMFIC” and I’ve decided after 15 years that when you are the “boss” for long enough It’s hard to not be the “boss” 24/7. We like to make fun, it’s kind of our thing, and “Big Swing” is our tongue and cheek way of saying “yeah, you’re the HMFIC and we know it”. It’s not easy being married to Big Swing when he’s in full “boss man” role, but our lives would not be as fulfilling, secure, or exciting without him. He’s our chief executive officer and he makes all this better. I mean, we all do (just don’t tell Big Swing)… Continue reading
Upper pasture at one of our farms. What dreams are made of….and we are lucky enough to live here every day.
Family meal evokes a myriad of emotional reactions. It can mean joy. It can mean pain. For me, it evokes a feeling of comfort and safety – so I guess I’m one of those lucky bastards that doesn’t have deep emotional scars running through the middle of my universe. Yeah, I’m not – I have no inner demons. I’m basically an average 40 something married mom of two great kids with a fantastic network of family and friends. So when my husband suggested that we host a family meal once a week for our extended family friends, I thought sure. Then I thought about all the dishes I’d have to contend with – but I decided showing our kids what it means to be part of a larger family/community was worth some dishwater hands. Continue reading