Lonely, wandering clouds of Wordsworth’s fame, step aside. You’ve got meatloaf-shaped competition—and I can’t unsee it. I’m only wandering lonely as a meatloaf from now on. On a rare, sunny day, Nate, Alex, and I took the ferry to Whidbey Island, walked along the beach, and found this loaf-like shape in the rocky sand—and it… Continue reading Wandering Meatloaf
Im-peck-ably Spiced Chicken
Aw, cluck it! I know the majority of my dinners start and end with chicken, but for cluck’s sake, if I wasn’t meant to make chicken for my family nearly every night of the week, why does it taste so cluckin’ good? During a typical weeknight, we eat chicken at least two days a week,… Continue reading Im-peck-ably Spiced Chicken
Craft Alert: Bookish Starfish
Though my inner craft alarms were blaring on high alert at Powell’s City of Books last weekend, I couldn’t subject so many innocent bibliophiles to wayward scissors-swiping or gruesome gluing glitches. A craft, inspired by books and bookmarks, would have to wait until I returned home. Powell’s, in downtown Portland, Oregon, is the mother of… Continue reading Craft Alert: Bookish Starfish
Tiki Bar Trek (and More) in Portland, Oregon
Because that one Hawaiian shirt from Nate’s tropical prints collection in his closet has seen the inside of a tiki bar only once, it was my mission to find a tiki bar while at a conference in Portland, Oregon. To be fair, we ate at other places, too, so I’m including those restaurants and pictures.… Continue reading Tiki Bar Trek (and More) in Portland, Oregon
Random Dip Night: Red Pepper Sauce
Random dip generators (RDGs) would take the drudgery out of planning dipner, the meal that comes right before dinner in my house. In my wildest of foodie fits, I’d imagined the RDG would be a spinning mechanism, mounted to the fridge, that could scan items inside, spinning them in combinations so as to make delightful… Continue reading Random Dip Night: Red Pepper Sauce
It’s Flamingo O’ Clock Somewhere
If you give a flamingo sangria, it will ask for shrimp and slap you across the face with its wing. So don’t give a flamingo sangria. Instead, celebrate flamingo o’ clock with a ka-honk, ka-honk and a clink, clink of the wine glasses. On a warm day last week, the Fixin’ Leaks and Leeks Team… Continue reading It’s Flamingo O’ Clock Somewhere
Craft Alert: Sea-Star Struck
Running with scissors The craft alarm sounds: WEE-OO A sea star shivers Shiver me timbers, it’s time for another alert on the high seas of crafting, which is teeming with shiny paper and googly eyes. You’ll need another margarita and probably some glue because things are about to get sparkly all up in here. Last… Continue reading Craft Alert: Sea-Star Struck
Not an Orca, but I’ll Take It
For a flippin’ good time, a herd of sea lions crashed Edmonds beach, and a lucky crowd got to see some things. Nate, Alex, and I drove about fifteen minutes to Edmonds beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of a sea star or two, but it was too cloudy outside and the marina boat dock… Continue reading Not an Orca, but I’ll Take It
Confection Perfection
If you leave chocolate on the pillow, like they do in fancy hotels, it will just get in your hair and make a mess—and the next thing you know, you’re freaking out because you’re not sure what’s on the back side of your pajamas. That’s not what chocolate is for. Skip the fancy presentation and… Continue reading Confection Perfection
The Garage is Throwing an Open House Party
To celebrate a random Wednesday morning, the garage door threw itself a rave party. This “party” involved flashing lights from the overhead mechanical device, loud clicking, and jerky garage door movements that went up and down, and then got stuck in the up position. But did it vomit afterwards? No, I did. My stomach suddenly… Continue reading The Garage is Throwing an Open House Party
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