There once was a boy who was abandoned.
There once was a boy who was abandoned by she-who-must-not-be-named.
However, this mysterious she left behind a mysterious box.
And within said mysterious box were gifts abound.
And his pain was eased.
And his heart was ceased.
Clockwise from bottom left: candied/dried cantaloupe, thank you card, box, spaghetti cooker thinger/strainer thinger/kitchen utensil holder thinger, can opener, pot, chocolate covered sunflower seeds, massive big o’ thing of olive oil
But his heart still ached often so...
However, all was not lost for this mysterious she taught him how to make spa-ghet-ti (that rhymed!).
But he got creative. Observe:
Ingredients: Piccolini mini farfalle, garlic salt, pepper, dried basil, basil-basil (aka, Martha) olive oil, grape tomatoes, feta cheese
In order to squelch pain forevermore, he replaced her with another he:
A boy that knew how to feed, for eating was his destiny.
And so concludes the saga of the TAWN-TAWN-Y-Y-Y upgrade!
In other news, Nunz was here this weekend. I think I got whatever Ammiel has/had, because my throat hurts.
Push Pops are genius. Dirty.
I should have bought that hat from New York on our road trip! The way her dreads meld together reminds me of Diane Pernet.
Nunz at Caffe Tosi
I scream for ice cream.
I probably got AmmiLOVE-cooties from this pumpkin deliciousness.
It hailed today.
It snowed today.
What will tomorrow bring?
I need me some gloves.