I am seriously distracted these days.
No, more like preoccupied really.
Lots of changes are in the works here in our small corner of the Pacific Northwest.
In little more than a month now, my husband and I will be picking up our little life and moving it 1,259 miles south to a place called San Diego.
Turning to a new chapter in Christopher and I’s book and starting the very first paragraph of it.
Small Kitchen Chronicles will likely find a new home in an equally small square-footed kitchen (albeit in a much sunnier place). Continue reading
Ah, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
It was wonderful.
Sun, sand and pounding waves, I cornered the market in strawberry daiquiris, chicken quesadillas and tortilla soup.
Ate my year’s worth of the recommended daily allowance of fish.
Practiced my bad Spanish badly.
And slept in the world largest bed (All hail to the King!) where Christopher and I never once accidentally elbowed each other in the head. Continue reading