how we ate

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So we drove to Miami.

More specifically, we drove to Miami with a few very poorly packed suitcases, two kids determined to see their first palm tree, a fairly empty bank account, and a not-quite-yet house trained puppy. It was disorganized, not really thought out, and as all adult decisions go, probably irresponsible.

That being said, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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thank you

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Hi.

I’ll be back tomorrow with a post about our road trip eating, but today I just wanted to thank you for your stories in the comments on my last post. The winner of Aimèe’s book is Nancy, who shared the love story of her parents.  If you haven’t taken a few minutes to read through those comments, do! They are truly extraordinary.

Thank you.

I’ll leave you with a photo of the farmers’ market in Miami, where things really grow! (Also, homemade donuts.) If you’re in the frozen world like I am, I think it’s nice to know there’s something growing, somewhere.

Back tomorrow…

 

A different kind of love story (and a giveaway)

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Today, a different kind of love story.

Last spring, we were on our way home from Montreal, and we had plans to stop at Aimée Wimbush-Bourque‘s house. She and I had never met in person before, but we’d corresponded over email a bit when my first book came out, and I’d sent her a note asking if she might want to meet.

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homemade counter spray

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From our very first meeting, Mrs. Meyers knew me for the sucker that I am. And she played me hard.

It was years ago now. I was at the grocery store, in the cleaning products aisle. I don’t go down there much–just really to buy sponges and Bon Ami, but the new labels caught my eye. The fonts! The design! I stopped. I picked up a bottle. I read the label.

AROMATHERAPEUTIC.

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if january is a lemon

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If February is a grapefruit (pink and bursting through it’s dull rind),
and March is a banana because what else is there?
If April is a mango, hopeful, often rotten and disappointing but every so often so rich and bright, and May is just blossoms,
promises of fruit.
If June is a strawberry, soaked through and so grateful for the sun, if July is a nectarine,
juice running all the way down to your knees,
if August is a blueberry, sad and sweet, struggling to just be in the present,
then September is an apple, finally here, warm on the outside and cool on the inside.

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