This Martin Luther King Jr. Day coincides with my Mom’s birthday (that post comes later), so it is very much a day of heroes for me. January requires such lofty inspiration to lift the spirits and propel us through the winter. The past week has proven emotionally wearing on me for some reason, and since not anything particularly specific has been pinpointed as the root cause, I’m left wondering if it’s the simple accumulation of emotion over the past few months, and the realization that a full year of living in a COVID world is coming up. That’s a heavy suitcase I may unpack at a later time. Or maybe I won’t. On with the recap…
The Bundt cake deserves a renaissance.
This Señor Breakfast Sandwich is a blessing for late-mornings in January.
Words of inspiration in a barren land.
When a Cape Codder is a cookie instead of a cocktail.
Comfort food in the form of enchiladas.
My website turned 18 years old, and my 45-year-old naked ass turned it out.
All winter sparkle and pizzazz.
The week had its way and wore me down.
Summoning a spirit from its slumber.
Sharing Country Flowers with Mom.
Floating like the Butterfly Amaryllis.
