This week hasn't been anything spectacular in the way people tend to think
life is all GlitzyGlamAllTheTime living in NYC.
This is not a complaint, but rather, an explanation of sorts to the silence on the blog this week.
There's only so much fanfare that could surround things like...
I stopped counting the mosquito bites after five and declared an unofficial, but totally legit war.
The new rug we bought for the kitchen. Some moments it feels Moroccan and I dig it.
Other times, it just looks like a beach towel laying there mocking me.
It's been one of those weeks where you open the pantry door believing, miraculously, food will materialize and grand offerings will appear only to see months-old lifesavers staring back at you.
We haven't been totally without, though...
Amber came over one night and we made chicken carbonera. Right on.
The Moroccan beach towel in all it's glory/mockery featured above.
backyard bbq prep
grilled kabobs and corn on the cob
Two things I know for sure:
The in-between spaces of everyday life, the parts sandwiched between all the Big and Exciting Things,
those are good times, too. So very good.
Lifesavers do not a delectable meal make.
Off to the market I go.