Last year was unlike any other year I’ve ever had. I think the silence on this blog kind of reflects that. Trucking along in a quieter-than-usual but other wise normal year, and then June 17th comes and off the grid I go. That’s when we finished packing up everything we owned in NJ (everything that was left after weeks of purging, yard sales, and donations), left the house we’d owned for 10 years, 7 months, and 12 days, spent a week driving across the country to Washington, moved into a rental apartment, spent three months looking at houses/putting offers on houses/buying a house, and then moved into our farmhouse on the 28th of September. It’s on six acres of forested woodlands, it’s beautiful, and I’m so in love with it out here.
Tag: new year’s
Use your imagination here, and picture a gorgeous, silky looking sauce instead of a mess of onions. Because that’s what this is, even if the photos don’t show it. I made this the last two New Year’s Eves in a row, and I still can’t take a proper photo. Last year I forgot to buy shallots and used an onion instead (hence the jammy look of the sauce above).
I’ve been sorting through the videos I filmed in Paris. All I can say is, I have missed the speed of our internet here at home. Thirty seconds to upload a video that took 45 minutes at the hotel in Paris. W00t!