Scene from a Perfect Happy Hour
I know it seems dark and lonely, but this shot taken last week at Libertine in Adams Morgan is what the perfect start to a happy hour looks like for me. I love getting there when it starts, if possible,...
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I know it seems dark and lonely, but this shot taken last week at Libertine in Adams Morgan is what the perfect start to a happy hour looks like for me. I love getting there when it starts, if possible,...
I have never really felt like I had a green thumb. My mother never had any trouble with plants around the house or in our greenhouse growing up. I could never keep anything green alive for very long and mostly...
While the origins of chicken and waffles seem to be divided between the North and the South, I still suppose it was surprising that I had never really had them until moving to DC which seems firmly entrenched between the...
A fun little post to round out the week and greet the holiday weekend. Teleworking yesterday, in between tasks and going to the gym1, my friend Steven posted the following image to Facebook: Joan Crawford, Film Star and Member of...
It’s that time again! No, I don’t mean my birthday. Well, actually, my birthday is coming up soon, but just before that is DC Shorts! The 2015 DC Shorts Film Festival showcases one of the largest collection of short films...
From Reddit by way of Boing Boing, this is a perfect tomato ripeness chart. Or tomato audio meter. Or a tomato-based video game health bar… I haven’t talked about my garden much this year but my cherry tomatoes did return,...
I’m not really much of a dessert person. I’ve said it before, usually to gasps or shock, but it bears repeating. Unless there’s something special on the sweets menu, I often pass. So even though I saw the Dangerously Delicious...
Size matters not. Look at my cheesecake. Judge it by its size, do you? Hmm? It is no secret that I love cheesecake. I suspect this love started when I was young and neighborhood bistros ruled the planet. When I...
“This is my friend Michel.” …cut to Brian quietly freaking out. So, yeah, that happened. I already posted the photo to every. single. place. imaginable… but it also needed to be here. I figured it to be the usual epic...
We’re all slaves to it, but none of us can really explain why it does what it does… unless you’re a neuroscientist, in which case… wow. But just this past week, I was reminded yet again that my brain just...