A Taste of New Orleans in Boston

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My partner and I are lucky to have friends who prioritize traveling. Even luckier to have friends who appreciate a good meal, food adventures, feasts of unusual (for us) tastes and smells and methods for moving food from plate-to-mouth.

Mint Juleps

Recently, these gracious friends threw a Mardi Gras party, albeit slightly tardy due to the blizzard that arrived in Boston before the crawfish could.

Purple and gold

But once the snow cleared, and the “fishes” arrived, we set down around our friends’ big, round table to gobble up.

Fish hit the pot

Crawfish feast

And many bites later, roll on home.

Masks

Pets for Jesse James

A Job For Digi Clover San

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Like most well-trained kids-of-consumer-culture, I spent a fair amount of time wishing for items I don’t own. And many more moments attempting to correct, or redirect, this behavior. Recently, my obsession has centered around digital cameras, and my lack of a good pocket-size model.

Enter Digi Clover San.

No, it’s not a “good” camera. Better description: toy. And, yet, there are many occasions for which Mr. Clover is up to the task.

Neon Buddah sign

Sun toy

Around JP and Jersey this weekend, I declared: This Looks Like A Job For Digi Clover San!

In progress

Weezie

Whole Heart . . . Blizzard?

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A blizzard will most certainly reset a person’s weekend plans.

Instead of crawfish at a friend’s Mardi Gras party and a charity dinner hosted by Haley House called the Souper Bowl (yes, pun intended), we enjoyed sleeping in, snowshoeing at Arnold Arboretum, reading, shoveling with neighbors, and -because we were lucky enough to have power throughout- cooking/baking. Lots and lots of cooking/baking.

Outside-blizzard-2013

Jade vs snow

Gluten-free cranberry muffins

Poached egg breakfast

Cat chills

Snowshoeing - taking a rest

The hard part was standing up again!

Arbs sledders

Holding out under the snow

How did you take advantage of the opportunity to do a little less?

New Book Dangers

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I pity the book that is checked out first to me.

As a former library employee, a current library-frequenter, and one who deeply respects books, it shames me to admit this. But it’s true, if you want your book returned unmolested -no salad dressing stains, no rumpled page edges, no unsightly scratches on the new dustcover- don’t lend it to me!

How surprised I was when this beauty turned up.

A-much-read-book

Nope. Wasn’t me.

Not only did I expect not to lay eyes on this paperback by the much respected researcher Brené Brown anytime soon (I was number seriously-double-digits on the library’s wait list),  I also didn’t expect it to turn up rumpled, stained, and just plain dirty.

Yes! I can read it while eating pb&j. 

Wait. BPL, you didn’t read me write that.

Making Soap on a Sunday

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Like many people, I write down goals to keep them fresh, away from the landing-path in my head where thoughts clutter if they aren’t attended to. I’m not sure when “homemade laundry detergent” made the list, but I can certainly describe how the idea sat around, un-done, for years. It was even included (but never realized) on my 101 Goals in 1001 Days list.

Alas, soap.

All one on the mouse cheese grater

Seemed it wasn’t to be until, at the Central Branch of the Cambridge Public Library, I bumped into 365 Ways to Live Cheap: Your Everyday Guide to Saving Money by Trent Hamm, whose blog The Simple Dollar leant me much inspiration and energy to work on my finances (and blog-growin’.) Reading through the neat little book, I noticed a blurb about how easy and inexpensive it can be to whip up laundry soap.

Oh, soap.

Half one on the mouse cheese grater

I’ve been spending $12-14 a pop on some gorgeous stuff I pick up at a farm stand in Maine, or discover here and there in at natural products shops. And then there’s my old favorite – Ecover – and new favorite – Biokleen, both over $6 at my local grocer on a good day.

Cleaning dudes

So, fine. I bought some Borax, washing soda, and a bar of the well-loved All One (at three different stores, admittedly, but biking cut my carbon emissions.) And I made myself some laundry detergent. It was a lot like shaving carrots and mixing flour to make muffins. Except no muffin bumping around the inside of my washing machine did much for a week’s worth of soiled kitchen towels, and my new soap worked out fine.

Goal.

Laundry soap, not cheese

Nope. Not cheese.

Thank You, Whole Heart Community

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In studying the art of blogging, I have a fuzzy memory of reading how important (and polite) it is to acknowledge and thank visitors and blog-subscribers. I thought: oh, yes, of course! Then promptly forgot. For, oh, I don’t know, two years.

Folks who’ve been so kind to stop by WHL and spend a little time in my world. Friends-to-be who’ve left thoughtful comments. Family and friends-of-old who have sent words of encouragement. THANK YOU.

Mine might be the voice behind WHL, but you are the reason I’m here.

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