Cooking is meditation. That pulsating whack-whack-whacking of your knife against the cutting board pulls all the focus from myself to ... that fricking' shallot sliding around the board (PITA!). If you think about it, it's the antithesis of computer programming, where your sole job is to eliminate repetition
There is a rumor going around which I would like to address. The rumor is this ... that Amy and I only moved to Edinburgh, Scotland because it's the one venue on planet Earth where Taylor Swift tickets are still available. (For £419.) Rather than answer that ugly, vicious
It's like Hobbiton, but filled with Scots! If you wander out of our apartment, take a right, 1/3 of the way around Moray Place, there's a semi-hidden street named Doune Terrace, a back way slinking out of Moray Feu (the neighborhood we're in)
Meanwhile back in Ithaca, a tree top swan-dived into the roof of our house. The view from inside the house, I'm told, was pretty disorienting. Krys heard a crash in the dining room, and rushed in to find a 3 feet chunk of the ceiling in the middle
"We're passing the American Embassy," said our cab driver. I looked out the car window and scanned the whole landscape through a really foggy window. I saw the washed out outlines of a car wash, a hotel, and what was that - a park gate? No
Amy and I are moving to Scotland for six months. 💡WTF? It was Amy's idea. She has lived in the Southern Tier Finger Lakes region of New York all of her life. Not in one spot, exactly ... bouncing around from the small town of Groton, to the country-fied