Is the best thing. I miss my visits to Phoenix, where patio brunching is a new year round possibility. Especially for ceviche and breakfast tortas and the best margs imaginable. But, it’s better that the doc and I can now brunch any Sunday we’d like, even if it isn’t patio style. I miss my holiday…
tortilla chips / nachos / pintos.
During winter storm # million here in Boston (no, but our second official blizzard in 3 weeks–known as the Valentine’s Day massacre), I decided that the necessary reward for shoveling was homemade tortilla chips for nachos. Do you ever go this far? The thing I find about homemade chips is they are thicker than store…
too fucking cold.
This winter really does deserve as many of the Winter Blues hats as humanely possible. Not only is it snowpocalypse, but the bitter arctic blast still plaguing us and not melting any of the great white is an equally oppressive problem. My guy Sean was visiting from sunny Phoenix this past holiday weekend, only to…
We are drowning here in Boston. Historic snowfall has left the entire city crippled. The only benefits to this collapse is all the snow days dedicated to making things. In all the years I’ve lived in Boston, I haven’t seen it this debilitating. Where I live, there is nowhere to put the snow, as evidence…
There’s nothing better than a blizzard bringing a major city to a halt. I love how quiet the city gets; my normally busy block is filled with prancing pups in the snow, people on cross country skis skating down Beacon Street, and kids on sleds on major roadways. Plus, when school closes (since I’m a…
It’s finally starting to feel like autumn here in Boston. And the leaves are producing some brilliant color this year.
Fall in New England is officially here. And I’m finally OK with summer’s end.
tobin bridge, 4.30
hello boston, nice to be with you. tobin bridge into the city, dusk.
It has been snowing in Boston for nearly three days, and it’s given me plenty of time to trudge into snow and take snaps with my new Nikon D3000. The other day, my brother Bryce, myself, and his wife, Erin, decided to trek about Davis Square and beyond on New Year’s Eve and experience the…
I will “wrestle” you to the ground if you think you’ll keep me out of this place…
Some chilly weekend nights, to cure yourself of the ultimate in “blahsies”, you need comfort foods and comfort friends. And just as I was feeling quite withdrawn and abit doldrumy from the continued freezing weather, ice covered sidwalks, and general “its nearly February in Boston” malaise that comes every year, my brother invited me out…