Molly went crabbing on Christmas eve, accompanied by her friend Renee. Renee sounds like exactly the kind of friend I want, and the kind of friend I want to be.
I like how she captures it here, split by the photo:
winning hearts & minds in Boston
a friend gave me homemade modern chai for Christmas, in a weck jar. isn’t it pretty? It’s my first weck jar, and I pause to admire it while I wait for my oatmeal to boil every morning. This is my second hand-mixed chai to receive as a gift. It’s the best looking thing to have in your drawers for cold afternoons. Simmering milk, water, black tea and bits of other things is totally my style.
I liked Rebecca’s swift tips post about her dermatologist’s advice for the great winter dry out. My sister bought me a pot of creamy-pink-super-moisturizing-Clinique-substance for Christmas. in an attempt to not turn out like Nora Ephron, I’ve been slathering it on nightly.
I made the orange scented olive oil sticky buns you’ve all been eyeing over at Food52. They were chewy like good dinner rolls with a sticky citrus filling rolled on the inside, seeping out of the bottom and caramelizing in the corners where it had the chance.
But my friend, the other half of the brunch, made Savory Bread Pudding from Tartine and it was all I noticed on my plate. Every bite seemed to be a different mix of eggs and cream-soaked bread, or sauteed mushrooms and thyme, or grated gruyere and chopped ham.
The babies watched and tossed toys at one another, like six month olds know how to do.
my friend Kellyn sent me this and I thought it had that just-so touch.
she’s into him; but she’d rather go shopping with her hot french friends, you know…
not safe for work, or most home life: lots of undie shots.
