I've never liked potatoes. For me, they're synonymous with "yuck." I'm mature like that.
Lots of people are incredulous when I tell them that, but it's true.
Rob requested that his mom, Mary Dickinson, make her Angel Food Waldorf cake for his birthday.
I made this spinach salad for Rob's party last weekend and was more thrilled than any normal person should be that I could mix the vinaigrette up in a mason jar.
For those of you who celebrate Easter, you may be wondering next Monday morning what to do with all that leftover ham.
I was the kitchen this evening after work, and I heard an enormous, jarring sound coming from the basement.
"Uhhh, Rob, are you drilling through the floor joists?" I asked. "And ... is that going to hurt the house?"
Rob and I had a lot of fun hosting his birthday get-together this weekend.
I'm hosting Rob's family tomorrow evening to celebrate his birthday, which is today. (Can't resist: happy birthday, Rob!)
This blog post started yesterday when I came across this particular Apartment Therapy Small Cool 2011 entry.