If “bonding” happens with my Dad on the golf course, it’s found in the kitchen with my Mom…..particularly when it involves baking.
Pies are her “thing” and as she looks over my shoulder, showing me how to press the dough “just so”, I can feel her trying to ingrain it into me for future generations of pie eaters to come.
We had a full house over the weekend and the menu included Strawberry Rhubarb Pie, Spinach Lasagna, Crab Dip and Buttermilk Pancakes….to name just a few.
And none of it would have happened if it wasn’t for the #1 Sous Chef/crumb eater/food taster/hind leg walker, Lady Dixie.
Sometimes it takes doing this….
To capture Lady in all her long ear, long tongue, golden glory.
After four months of hibernation, Lady finally returned to the Leroy Street Dog Run last weekend. It’s one of my favorite dog parks in the city for two reasons.
- It’s in the neighborhood
- It’s pavement instead of the typical gross mulch that lives in most dog runs.
To say Lady was over the moon would be an understatement.
Check out the last photo to see what I mean.
For now, I’ll be dreaming of the day when she can finally be off leash in a lush green dog park no matter what time of day (Central Park only allows early am weekend hours).
Good thing it’s just around the corner.
This past weekend was glorious.
For the first time in almost three months, I had the entire weekend to myself. No traveling. No visitors. Not even a fiance in town. Nada.
When your calendar is empty, it’s interesting to note what the highlight of your day becomes. For me, it was a very uneventful Sunday morning.
I woke up rested and refreshed (again, for the first time in ages), put Lady on her leash and headed out the door for two stops.
1) First up? My new favorite neighborhood cafe to pick up a latte and croissant. Lady sat outside and put on her “poor me” face….even though she could see me the whole time. Fortunately, five seconds after this photo, a crowd of adoring strangers/fans swarmed her and saved her from three minutes of no attention.
2) Second stop? The stoop of a gorgeous house in the neighborhood. It’s currently being gut renovated, which means the owners aren’t living there, which means I like to treat it as my own stoop to drink coffee and people watch. Lady does, too.