A blog in letters. Two friends dish on family, careers, and the food that gets them through.
Aw, Libby,
I have to admit, most weeknights are leftovers. Or sandwiches. Or, leftover sandwiches. But some nights, usually the ones where Tygh is home to help, I have just enough energy to make something not served between two slices of bread.
Read MoreMontana maven,
This winter has been mild, but I am soooo ready for sunshine and warm days. Yet, as I dash through the produce section at the store, with both kids shoved into the cart that has the plastic car on the front end (you know, the one that takes up the entire aisle and inspires looks of heartfelt pity from total strangers), it feels like springtime is still weeks away, even though the official first day of spring has come and gone.
Read MoreHey you!
So glad it is almost Friday. Actually, so glad it’s almost Thursday. That means farmer’s market day around here, which is what keeps us out of vegetable and fruit doldrums throughout the week and I get so excited just thinking about it.
Actually, that’s kind of a lie. The truth is, well, I have been meaning to ask you…do you ever feel kind of overwhelmed at these places? Like, you see all this great stuff (who doesn’t love the sound of a lemon cucumber?) and you buy it with these lofty goals of going home and doing something fabulous and new only to realize a week later that those damn squash blossoms are rotting in the cheese drawer?
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