The weather in Washington lately has been sublime, almost early fall-like. That combined with the fact that the city has begun its annual emptying-out has left this lady one un-salty girl.  Also, I have these new sunglasses that literally make the world look like a nicer place. I am not kidding! Driving over the Delaware [...] More »

OK, the joke’s up. You can tell me now.  I feel certain I am in some sort of a social experiment that involves a gnome, or other sprightly, jesting creature, who tears off the calendar days while I sleep, unknowing that whole weeks are flying by. That’s the case, isn’t it? I have not been cooking [...] More »

I am still in shock about Tuesday; maybe I didn’t have enough faith in this country. After Obama’s acceptance speech, we all walked down to the White House, where a huge crowd was gathered. The energy was amazing, and it was so cool to be a part of it. And, it was Husband’s [...] More »

I feel like singing, and trust me, I have an awful, awful voice. The cause of the joy-overload? I just went running in Rock Creek and it was amazing… the leaves are at their absolute peak and I feel marinated in fall. Bizarre image, good feeling. I’ve already started trying to overdose on squash, no sense [...] More »

This salad was made for a bbq, that turned out to be less bbq, and more inside air conditioned affair. I have a sadistic love of the heat in DC, so I was disappointed. Everyone else was quite comfortable. I pulled this salad together on Saturday morning, in my wee kitchen, my [...] More »

See, See!! It’s happened. I said I wouldn’t succumb to fake meat, and it has totally happened. But don’t get me wrong, I didn’t enjoy it. I am posting this recipe in hopes that there are folks out there that actually enjoy “ground beef-style soy crumbles”. Count me out!  In other news, my city is totally [...] More »

It is so hot here in DC that the usually surly population has officially gone off the charts. In “only in Washington” fashion, I observed a character this week,  who I’ll call “ridiculously hostile watermelon pusher man”, or WP,  for short.  I had seen him a few weeks prior, camped out on the same corner, [...] More »