Asheville is the shit. Let’s just get that out of the way real quick. Because Asheville, for whatever reason, is one of those places that has flown completely under my radar. It wasn’t until I was trying to think of interesting places to visit on the last half of my pre-Christmas vacation that my pal Shane suggested it to me, since it’s so dang close to Gatlinburg (less than a two-hour drive). He said his…
I don’t know if this is a thing with a name or not (Google only seems to return results for champagne-and-pomegranate-juice cocktails, one of which is called The Lava Lamp because of bubbles’ tendency to make the seeds go up and down), but I did it and now I intend to do it a lot more because it is simple and pretty and tastes freaking awesome. Sparkling wine (I had Barefoot brut cuvee) + pomegranate…
Sorry for the crappy cellphone pictures, but they don’t let you cart a big camera just anywhere in our fair city, you know. Upon the suggestion of my friend Ashley, we went to see Wicked at The Orpheum on Sunday. I’m sort of inexperienced when it comes to real live musicals (I saw Cats and A Doll’s House at TPAC, I think?, while in middle and high school) and — short of Tim Burton movies…
I watched as the manfriend poured ranch dressing on his slice of garlic chicken pizza at the Pizza Cafe. I said, “You are going to be able to taste nothing but ranch!” Incredulous, he said, “Why would you want to taste anything else?”
I work with ladies who can do some amazing things in the kitchen. This time Rebecca fooled everyone into thinking she’d bought these little donuts. Nope. She baked them. [Project 365]
Stephanie had some fun in the kitchen, which usually ends up benefiting the office. I chose the cyclops, for reasons I will not get into here. [Project 365]
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