If any of you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that I recently purchased a “Mini Mushroom Farm.”
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of a job must be in want of a day off.
On a day off, I want to go do something! Even if it’s hell-frozen-over cold outside…
I was recently tasked with buying food for an awards ceremony. All was well, until “genius brain Lauren” decided to put the bananas into the hospital refrigerator, only to find out a half an hour prior to the ceremony that it was actually a freezer. Yeah.
I want you to think about the tastiest thing you have ever eaten. Now forget about it. What I am about to show you will blow your mind.
What strikes me most about the city of New Orleans is that it seems immune from the constraints of time.
The craziest ideas, more often than not, turn into the most wonderful adventures.
I woke up early on Christmas morning like I always do.
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jackfrost nipping at your nose…..”
Well, no open fires allowed in California (for obvious reasons), and we’re a tad short on jackfrost. But Christmas Eve remained every bit of magic Nat King Cole promises in his Christmas song.
I woke up the morning of the 23rd at 5am, having no idea where I was. Flannel sheets……no, this isn’t normal, coffee’s already brewed….I can smell it from….downstairs! I’m home!