Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sleep, at last

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Beachy Keen

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Happy Fourth of July!

Want to make this tart? Check out the recipe I posted on Drive Thru.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Chop Chop

I just like this picture. The light is good and the parsley looks so green. That is all.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Lobster Killah

Originally uploaded by Dana Currier
My mom and I took a cooking class the other day, and the main dish we made was paella. The sweet, succulent meat inside this little guy was featured prominently in the dish, and a couple of the middle-aged women in the class with us actually had to leave the room while the teacher dropped him in the boiling water. They swore they'd be able to hear him scream.