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  • We go kooky baking cookies!

    My first real baking journey began with our annual Christmas cookies.  I know that doesn’t make us special; everyone bakes Christmas cookies.  Ours just had a certain something about them that made them highly coveted.  We spent the weekends after Thanksgiving getting our cookies baked and into the freezer for…

  • Hauling through the Hallmark

    Just for shits and giggles, I started watching some Christmas movies and taking notes. I’m not a huge aficionado of these films, but I have been known to watch one or two a season. Over the past few weeks, I have more than doubled my usual intake of empty coffee…

  • The Pie Project

    The year after my mom died, I decided to start writing a book about pies. When I was between 3 and 5 years old, my mother, at the insistence of my father (the asshole), baked pies and cheesecakes to sell to summer visitors, locals, and area restaurants. A high school…

  • Fall Festival

    When I was in college, living in my own apartment with my best friend, Mark, I became obsessed with celebrating what I liked to call “Fall Festival” each year. This involved me buying all sorts of little pumpkins and gourds, branches of bittersweet, and making more caramel apples than we…

  • The lost art of shopping

    I don’t remember the first time my mom took me shopping, but shopping with Judy was a regular occurrence. Though in the early days, we often had very little money, sometimes my grandparents would treat us to an outfit or my mom would have stashed away some fun money for…

  • Do I really need this?

    Here I sit, typing away at my blog on my MacBook Air, using wifi, drinking bottled iced tea, listening to music on Spotify, and occasionally checking my phone. My doggies are asleep on their beds (one of which is memory foam) and both the dishwasher and washing machine are chugging…

  • The Randomizer

    There is a competitive cooking show that uses a wheel of fate to assign ingredients, methods, equipment, and the like for cooking. That machine is called The Randomizer. My brain might also be referred to as The Randomizer because there’s an awful lot of unfocused, nonsensical, meandering, spinning, unrelated, discombobulated…

  • It’s just another summer’s eve…

    Barry Manilow sings a great song about New Year’s Eve. Being a Fanilow, I always turn to Barry in the big moments. This one is no different. “Don’t look so sad,It’s not so bad you know.It’s just another night,That’s all it is, it’s not the first, It’s not the worst…

  • My permanent record

    I have noticed lately, in my world and the world at large, that people seem to feel that directions, signage, instructions, and warnings do not apply to them. The laws that govern us are mere suggestions and those among us who follow them are labeled fools. Look, I admit to…

  • Shut your pie hole, Todd

    The other day I shared about my need to home-ify every place I go. Yesterday, we moved out of our sixth temporary location and into our seventh—five hours north in Michigan. This does not count my own two trips to New Jersey in the past month or so. It’s been…