This weekend The Husband and I joined my Mom and younger siblings for a holiday weekend in Dallas. My mom was meeting Ms. EllynAnne Geisel there and attending her book signing, so we all decided to tag-along and make a vacation of it.
So Friday morningish we set out in a two-vehicle caravan and headed west.
Isn’t the recipe box my mom bought me too cute? It makes me way to type up every recipe I have on some cute little recipe cards.
I finally, finally, finally have the new design done and implemented. It took exponentially longer than I thought it would*, but I am quite happy with it for now. I don’t even know why it took so long, I had the mock-up done in a day or so and the bulk of the layout marked up in the same. See, this is the problem with being crazy, you get so wrapped up in details that the next thing you know it’s 6 hours later and you still haven’t figured out why <insert element here> is being a total <insert expletive here>. Plus, for someone who isn’t employed, I seem to be really busy lately. Anywho, it’s all done now.
Some stuff to peruse while I am housecleaning:
Before & After – Amy’s Louisiana home @ Design*Sponge – Absolutely beautiful and a rental. Louisiana represent!
Did you know? video via Larissa Meek – While watching this I paused it roughly every 10 secs to exclaim about a statistic to The Husband.
Vintage modern apartment in Germany @ decor8 – Love, love, love this apartment.
Homemade Pastrami, Part Deux @ Cruftbox- I have never tasted pastrami before, but now I really, really want to.
Darth Vadar recites the alphabet via swissmiss – The ABCs never sounded more imperial.
Bright White Storybook Kitchen @ Inside A Black Apple – Pretty much the cutest kitchen I have ever seen. Evar.
Recipe of the Day: Meat Pies @ NotQuiteJuneCleaver- My Mom and Dad make meat pies. These are so good, they will make you slap your mama. So you might want to consider eating them whilst not in her company.
There is something that happens to a person from Louisiana whenever the weather starts warming up, when the bone-chilling wind becomes a soft breeze. Like a bell to Pavlov’s dog, Spring means crawfish boil time.
So Sunday morning my Daddy and sister drive down south to pick some up and, mein Gott, were they good.
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