As the weather turns here in Seattle, picnics become all but a dream. The grass is green nearly year round. But, we pay for this luxury with a September to May drizzle. It leaves Mother Nature’s lush blankets a tad bit damp, even on the warmest of fall days.
I certainly see why this would cause a bit of doom and gloom for those who like to take their nibbles outdoors. But I happily contradict the stance that one must be relegated to a nine-month prison of dark corner eating.
Why? Because Seattle is rich with a collection of light and airy restaurants where walls and roofs are anything but restricting. Such is the case at The Whale Wins. Continue reading
I so badly wanted this weekend’s cauliflower coleslaw recipe to be good that it pains me even now to write about anything else. We’ve established this routine, this Sunday schedule of sorts that involves a heavy amount of pot lifting and knife chopping because you know – we’re pretty into eating.
And by we, I mean Garrett. He’s rather insistent about the whole thing. Not that I’m complaining. Even without his daily two-hour trip to the gym, the boy can still pack away a healthy portion of food. Only now, he’s agonizing over what he has (not so fondly) dubbed his beer belly, which he has taken to rubbing as he pouts about getting fat.
He’s not, by the way, getting fat. Not by a long shot. Continue reading
Fall is no longer coming slowly. He’s arrived.
The fitful bursts of summer’s heat have all but faded, along with any color my very pale skin may have gathered. Though I’m rather sad that one of my sundresses still hangs unworn, there’s nothing quite so pleasant as standing in your doorway, wearing slippers and holding warm coffee as the rain smacks the deck in front of you.
Nothing perhaps, except being healthy enough to take off said slippers for a good dance among the drops. Unfortunately, I caught a nasty cold. I’ve been told it’s going around.
Keep reading…(Don’t worry. I won’t give it to you.)