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  • Unstirred, unbeaten, unwhisked frittata. An experiment gone very right. It's what's for brunch.
  • The remains of the day. Flourless chocolate cake with whipped cream and berries.
  • This face. I've been friends with my sweet @negnog for 20 years. We've seen each get married, have babies, cry, laugh, travel the globe, and more. True friends of sincere love, light and compassion such as her are rare gems. Love you SO much, sweet Jen!!! Happy birthday!
  • Found: three little pixies, enjoying flourless chocolate cake high on a mountaintop. @negnog @jessicadebettencourt @glennbenglish
  • Can't everyday be my sweet friend @negnog's birthday? Served her sweet self some  gluten-free french toast with strawberries and caramelized peach challah French toast on the patio today. And now, a hike at Black Balsam.
  • Today's porch-side home office has involved lazy dogs, hot tea, and deliciously cool breezes. Bring it, Monday.
  • Amazing night tonight over at Lake Tomahawk in Black Mountain with @entopticon, Huxley, good friends (@robinplemmons @jessicadebettencourt), Secret Agent 23 Skidoo, pizza, chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches, waddling duck families, and this crazy gorgeous light.
  • Our little fish is learning how to swim!
  • Local friends! I'm chatting about my book
  • Round and around. The goods tunes don't stop when Huxley's cousins Sam and Zeke are visiting (he calls them his
  • Such a thoughtful birthday gift from @melissaweisspottery. Been using it every morning to get sugar from the sugar bowl out for coffee. Thanks, sweet friend!
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Hell’s Interior

So, Glenn and I have, for the very first time in our adult lives, or at any time in our lives, actually, come into contact with poison ivy. Our jury of two has weighed in, determining that, should such a thing as hell exist, literally or metaphorically, it must be lined with the dastardly vine. Oh, and perpetual hold on phone service calls, according to Glenn. We’re whiny and miserable. But at least we’re suffering together, right? Never again will pulling out vines seem benign. From this day forward, no matter the temperature, I will not set out in my forest, or on its periphery, without head-to-toe clothing, closed-toe shoes, gloves and a hat. Lesson learned. Case closed.  
On a happier, less itchy note, I’ve been enamored with Mediterranean food lately, particularly the cuisines of Cyprus, Syria and Lebanon. I’m hoping to score this book soon and begin a monthly supper club, featuring cuisines of the world. Because, life is short, you know? Why pine foods in far-flung locales when my friends and I can whip it up at home? Or at least attempt to. Oh, the itching is resuming, must find Calamine…..