fat free opinions on a food centric life
The past two days, I’ve spent quite a bit of time remembering much of what I enjoyed most about blogging — the community, the camaraderie. I know it’s been three months since I’ve written here, but often, things change. Sadly, sometimes they change forever.
When each of my three sons’ birthdays rolls around, I ask what type of birthday cake they’d like even though I know what the answer will be without fail. Chocolate. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Chocolate with more chocolate on chocolate with chocolatey chocolateness, please. …
I started this piece a couple of weeks ago, and so I’ve recovered a bit more from vacation lag, but only slightly. The way things are going, the entire summer will be one huge vacation lag. When I’ve seen an email pop up about “cheap end of summer flights,” I’ve checked a few bound for Paris, mulling over the idea of going again without my husband to wander the streets and brood. Shoot more photos. Sit in cafes. Write.
I’ve been jonesin’ for Rosé since returning from Paris and I’m no wine expert, but I could be with the variety I’ve enjoyed over the years. I’m just not interested in being an expert, preferring to enjoy what I’m sipping when I’m sipping it. …
I thought I’d take a break from posting photos of our trip to Paris to give those who would rather look at food a break. It’s only fair, I guess, after holding everyone captive with my vacation photos. But I will warn you this …