Even though it’s likely to survive, this dented tin cup is one of the things I would grab in a fire. It belonged to my mom when she was a girl, and that, coupled with it’s supreme utility, makes it one of my favorite household objects. Whenever I use it, I like to think of all the hands and mouths in my family that have used it too. The cool gray patina, the dinged up bottom, and its one cup capacity, all make it special. An unlikely heirloom, but treasured nonetheless. [Read more…]
bourbon ice cream
Oh, hello. Things have been pretty quiet around here, and I’d like to blame it on the spring, but the truth is I just needed some time. Brian and I have been taking a step back and finding the direction we want to head. With a lot of things really (that sounds somehow ominous and I don’t mean it that way at all–things are great, we just want to approach the blog more mindfully). And with our baby almost 10 months old (Can you believe it? Remember when this happened?) crawling and pulling up, and eating literally anything she can get her tiny mitts on, what little free time we had has dwindled.
Nonetheless, I made you some ice cream. [Read more…]