eventually we did get a car...

...then, on Black Friday, we discovered that someone had smashed it up while we were sleeping off our Thanksgiving turkey.

So, no trip to the country for us this holiday weekend. I'm not so secretly rejoicing the return to the greenmarket!

it occurs to me, one needs a car to get on the road...

These are our new neighbors. Jordan and I are renting an apartment in the country for the summer. Jordan will be interning with artisanal cheese and bread makers/dairy farmers. I will be cheering him on in his efforts. He began this week. I am still in the city planning what to pack for a 7 week stay on a farm, and waiting for our neighbors to pass along their much loved vehicle!



In the meantime, packing for a perfect summer feels a bit daunting, but I might as well get on with it. In the the spirit of reduce, reuse, and recycle...I found this 60's vintage nightgown. Seems like the right sleepwear for the cricket-filled evenings.

last day of break...

Sunday blues were bound to hit hard at the end of a two week break, but there is no better way to mourn vacation days gone by than with a leisurely midday brunch... in pajamas.

All of the usual suspects found their way to the skillet: eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Still something was missing. The words "pear mimosa" playfully spilled from my lips, fondly recalling a brunch at Cafeteria on 17th St. Jordan, knowing just when to take my teasing for a serious request, reminded me of the sparkling wine rolling around the bottom of the refrigerator. I enthusiastically added there were pears in the fruit bowl! We were off. Well, more accurately, he was off. Jordan threw a peeled pear into the blender and added the resulting puree to two glasses of sparkling wine. mmm... goodbye blues.

There are recipes available that use pear nectar and add vanilla vodka. Smooth and tempting, but our impromptu version suited me just fine. I like a little texture in my drink. I want to feel fresh fruit swishing down the hatch. A hint of vanilla sounds quite nice. Maybe next time.