January 30th, 2011

Blood orange
January 30th, 2011

It's blood orange season. There is little more for me to say besides "I'm obsessed with blood oranges." It happens every year. There is no citrus fruit more magical than the sweet blood orange.

January 29th, 2011

Kumquats
January 29th, 2011

I purchased and ate my very first kumquats today! Luckily the box had instructions on how to eat them, or else I would have been pretty confused.

"Eat everything, except the seeds."

That's my kind of fruit. Heck, I'd even eat the seeds just so I didn't have to dig them out halfway through, and just munch on it in one go. The peel is sweet and the inside is tart. It's a fun, delicious combination.

January 28th, 2011

Court Square
Boston, MA
January 28th, 2011

Heading through the deserted poorly lit streets by the Old City Hall after work.

January 27th, 2011

Another snowstorm
January 27th, 2011

Yet another storm. Three in a week's time. No one had shoveled their sidewalks when I left the house at 8am, so I had to match down the middle of the street into oncoming traffic. I made it two blocks before the bus rolled up out of no where like a knight in shining armor (or salt-crusted advertisements). It escorted me to quickly to the nearest train station, where I snapped this photo on my way in.

January 24th, 2011

Sewing kit
January 23rd, 2011

I made banana cream pie for the Pie Party at work. It was amazingly delicious in my opinion. Light and mild. Made from Dorie Greenspan's recipe - with her sweet tart dough crust and freshly whipped cream.

January 23rd, 2011

Sewing kit
January 23rd, 2011

I sewed some stuff today. As a result of the washing machine in my basement literally shredding the back of my shirt/sweater thing. Because that's just the next step on a long list of ways my landlord extorts money from me with the promise of cleaning clothing and then in return for destroys my wardrobe one piece at a time.

January 22th, 2011

Blue Eye
January 22nd, 2011

When I was in fifth grade, our teacher had us tally our eye color. We then displayed our results on the wall in the hallway using cut-out eyes to represent each color. I remember thinking how boring it was that I didn't have a special eye color. That I was just another member of the majority with my blue eyes.

I grew up in a small New England town, where blue eyes were, in fact, the dominant eye color. It wasn't until much later as an adult that I began to appreciate the fact that my eye color was less common than I originally imagined. In fact, the percentage of babies being born with blue eyes as rapidly shrinking due to its derivation from a recessive gene.