Plunging live prawns into boiling water is a real scream. I’m not kidding. I screamed real loud as the feisty crustaceans lashed at my fingers with their really sharp antennae. Sometimes very hot water went everywhere. It was wild—a scene from a horror movie. And I’ll never do it again—except, they sure were tasty! However,… Continue reading Cooking Live Prawns: Hold Onto Your Heads and Tails!
Decorating with buckets makes a festive and bold statement. Nothing says, “Wow! These homeowners are prepared for anything!” like a few buckets stashed under the sinks or placed under the ceiling. I learned this art as a young child. The house where I grew up in Ohio was a Frank Lloyd Wright style home that… Continue reading For Buckets of Fun, Fix that Leak!
The “happy frog” shower curtains in Alex’s bathroom were replaced long ago by sleeker more sophisticated motifs, which now provide the backdrop for perfecting hair and applying prudent amounts of Axe products. Alex celebrated his 15th birthday at the beginning of this month and Nate and I have noticed that he’s developing into a compassionate,… Continue reading Kayaking: Now There’s a Wholesome Date Idea for Teens!
Plants scream in terror when I walk past them. I’m pretty sure of it. They’ve told one another—word traveling far and wide—that I kill plants. They know I mean well; I just don’t have that coveted green thumb, but darn it—I’ve got a hankering for cilantro and according to Washington State University’s “Home Vegetable Gardening… Continue reading The Cilantro is Calling! (Or Is It Screaming?)
A diabolically foul odor that not even the Scentsy people could erase sometimes stalks me—haunting me as I work—driving me insane—causing me to accuse people I love of things they didn’t do. Here’s an example: “Quit opening cans of tuna! Ugh! It stinks—all the way up here!” I shouted to Nate, from my upstairs office… Continue reading Rub-A-Dub-Dub, the Cat Needs a Scrub!
Magical blueberry bushes—free from scary bears and as tall as trees—really do exist, thanks to blueberry nymphs that rain down from the skies and sprinkle the earth with plump berry goodness. (At least, that’s my theory.) On Sunday morning, Nate, Alex, and I scampered through wide acres of the Mountain View Blueberry Farm in Snohomish,… Continue reading Getting Picky: It’s Blueberry Picking and Scone Season!
My yoga pants have witnessed more adventures than they were meant to see. They’ve endured the miles I’ve run and hiked. They’ve been pressed against the sticky seats of movie theaters, city buses, and my Subaru. They’ve even slept with me, doubling as pajamas. I’ve just never used them for their original purpose: yoga. That… Continue reading Yoga Pants Pep Talk: Rollin’ with the Flow in Yoga Class