Ah, fall.
The very word conjures up visions of fallen leaves in glorious color.
Cozy fires crackling in the fireplace.
Fluffy, puffy comforters.
Best-ever sleeping weather.
And … colds.
Yup, it’s official. I’m sick. And not just me, but poor Christopher too. And his mom back in Minnesota. Continue reading
I love you guys. I really do.
I love that you stop by during your busy days to read what I write, look at the pictures I take, and leave some love for me to find.
Like benevolent fairies that put the Tooth Fairy to shame, you take time out of your own lives to touch a big part of mine, and for that I thank you.
There was a time not so long ago, where I wondered if anyone read my blog, when four out of the five hits I received in a day were my own. Continue reading
Life’s little successes.
Life is all about celebrating them — the little yet huge milestones in life that most often pass unnoticed without a single “woot!”
We often think that successes are all massive ones, like when we:
But it’s the little successes that add up to a whole tanker-full and that often matter the most.
Let me elaborate. Continue reading
I love pauses.
I didn’t always.
Okay, maybe I should explain.
I used to be afraid of the pauses between sentences, in conversations between two people.
Specifically, between boys I was just getting to know and kind of liked, and people I really wanted to like me.
I used to fill those natural spaces in conversation like one would grout a tub — filling every crack, making sure not a single inch of space remained. Continue reading
Parsley is a sleeper.
It may grow like gang busters, but not something I’d ever viewed as a main ingredient to, well, anything.
I was wrong.
A few days ago, last Friday to be exact, I made my way — read: a few stockinged-feet — to my apartment balcony to the place where my garden grows.
It is a veritable jungle out there, thirty-five square feet of sunflower, chive, rosemary, thyme, sage, mint, lavender, Frontenac grape-growing mania. Continue reading
Just a small taste of what’s to come
Hello world and welcome! My name is Christina Lazarakis and this tiny corner of the interweb is Small Kitchen Chronicles.
I must confess, I am not a fan of my kitchen. Two words: too small. Twenty five and a half tiny-square-feet-small, and unfortunately, no, that number is not an exaggeration.
I moved into said kitchen in December of 2011, when I moved in with my then-fiance, now wonderful-husband, Christopher. It suffices to say, it was not a love-at-first sight thing, this introduction to my new kitchen. Continue reading
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