Dear Autumn, is it just me or are you particularly lovely this year? You sure took your time getting here, but then the cold came, and with it, a profusion of colors which leaves me almost in pain at the beauty of it. I’m afraid I spend much more time looking out my office window at the brilliantly red and yellow trees than I should, but I just can’t help myself! Love, Enchanted Dear Dancing, thank you for being the…
It was a day just like any other day, fairly uneventful and commonplace. The rain fell from a gray sky and darkness came swiftly that winter night as I tucked myself into my apartment for an industrious evening at home. I had food to make for my church small group, a gift basket to assemble, furniture to rearrange, and I was happily plodding through my to-do list when the first ominous pangs struck. “Whatever, it’s just a few stomach cramps,”…
Much in the same way as I am sensible, I am also thrifty. My Amish heritage serves me well when I’m faced with decisions such as, “Should I buy a Lamborghini or an old Corolla for my next ride?” and thrift usually wins out. So when my friend and I wanted to add a trip to Philly to our fall, but weren’t sure it was sensible, I was ready with my reasons. “Oh, we can do a budget trip,” I…
I’m a sensible person, I really am. I wear coats when it’s cold, I eat plenty of vegetables, and I don’t buy every new iPhone that comes out. But when it comes to cooking, sometimes my brain glitches and all common sense flies out the window. Such was the case as I flipped through my October edition of Bon Appetit. The glossy pages were strewn with garlicky recipes, from fried rice, to garlic pasta with olives, to roast chicken, and…