Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
Category Archives: My Life
(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam
Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Millicent’s Lebkuchen
Perhaps knowing that someone you love has made them makes a cookie taste better than one you made yourself.
The Daily Whys
Why did I ever want to be a baker? I groan and curse the blaring 4:30 am alarm that cuts short my slumber.
Brunch is Always a Good Idea
Is there anything more delicious than a morning that starts gently and quietly sans alarm clock and culminates in a decadent brunch spread complete with tart, fizzy mimosas and the fluffiest pancakes known to man?
A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
