Now that we've settled, we're hoping that we keep adventuring, but not too far. That said, Jennifer just returned from Portland where she was busy nuzzling our friend Teri's newborn baby girl. "Oh, Portland is like a moss covered fairy land." Cooed Jennifer upon her return. Unfortunately she did not bring her camera so she didn't get any pictures of the grass growing over the sidewalk and roads nor the throngs of mustaches. Nor the baby. She did bring back some chocolate mint from Teri's garden, which is thriving.
Since we now have our own little space for the first time in over two years we thought it only right to celebrate Passover. We invited our lovely neighbor over and she was thrilled to take part in her first Pasach. While Jennifer was trying to document the process of making dinner, she quickly realized the trick to all of those kitchen bloggers' beautiful food pictures: sunlight and a good camera. We've got neither of those in our kitchen. So to get the nicely lighted shots Jennifer was running back and forth between the kitchen and the living room window. I guess food bloggers only cook during the day.
Since we now have our own little space for the first time in over two years we thought it only right to celebrate Passover. We invited our lovely neighbor over and she was thrilled to take part in her first Pasach. While Jennifer was trying to document the process of making dinner, she quickly realized the trick to all of those kitchen bloggers' beautiful food pictures: sunlight and a good camera. We've got neither of those in our kitchen. So to get the nicely lighted shots Jennifer was running back and forth between the kitchen and the living room window. I guess food bloggers only cook during the day.
Lamb on the carpet makes a nice picture.
Carrots for Tzimmes, noodles for the Kugel, apples for the Haroset, beets for the horseradish.
Brandon, meanwhile built us a compost bin out of pallets.
Home-written Haggadah in hand. Thanks Mom!
...and many cups of wine were drunk.
