Friday Roundup #34
Friday Roundup #34: National Avocado Day, a jumbotron birthday for Zach, Joro spiders in the garden, Olmsted’s Southern journeys, and a meh on The Odyssey.
Friday Roundup #34: National Avocado Day, a jumbotron birthday for Zach, Joro spiders in the garden, Olmsted’s Southern journeys, and a meh on The Odyssey.
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
Friday Roundup #32: our first concert since March, the great email reckoning, Wicked parts one and two, and the dinner-plate dahlias gone wild in the rain.
Friday Roundup #31: a July 4 thunderstorm, a macro session with the garden bees, a big salad craving after too much bo ssam, and re-reading Killers of the Flower Moon.
Friday Roundup #30: a complicated Fourth of July, a 2008 photo from the Great Hall at Ellis Island, fall brussels sprouts, and Momofuku Bo Ssam on the kamado.
Friday Roundup: A thin week at karacooks: a garden running late, a monster love story up for a Hugo, ten pounds of cherries, and a gallon of mustard landing Thursday.
A steamy Georgia-summer roundup: dirty spaghetti on the must-try list, Good Culture cottage cheese, the new Nora Roberts, cherry plums, and Kamado-grilled lunches.
Six days into a Tulsa road trip: a Route 66 bridge that sings Woody Guthrie, the best Moroccan tagine of my life, Tex-Mex since 1953, and two right slippers
Six days into a Tulsa road trip: a Route 66 bridge that sings Woody Guthrie, the best Moroccan tagine of my life, Tex-Mex since 1953, and two right slippers
Posted from the Napoleon Hotel in Memphis, with my feet up and something cold from the cooler. Well, y’all. I made it halfway. This week’s roundup comes to you from Memphis, where I’m crashing for the night before the second half of the drive to Tulsa tomorrow morning. My friend Anna is meeting me for…
Y’all, what a week. Zach and I have both been down with whatever crud is going around. Mine started last Friday with a sore throat that sent me home early from work, and the next five days disappeared into a haze of DayQuil, NyQuil, hot toddies, chicken soup, and sleep. A full week later I’m…
This roundup is coming to y’all from Weeki Wachee, where I’m spending the long weekend with a friend. If you’re not familiar, Weeki Wachee is a Florida state park where women have been performing as live mermaids in an underwater theater since 1947. Yes, really. And yes, we’re going to see them. We’ve rented a…