Come closer. Yes, you. Closer. I have something I want to whisper in your ear.
"It's bacon week."
If those are not the three most titillating words you have ever heard, I'm not sure what you tell you. Few meats invite such unbridled giddiness and pleasure as expertly cooked, perfectly crisp bacon. The smell of it fills the house with the distinct aroma of happiness, and poor Frank the Dog (pictured) starts running amok like she's been sniffing glue. (Way better than those candles Gwyneth Paltrow has been hawking.)
Hello Friends,
I am penning this message from sweltering Oaxaca, Mexico where we have taken a few days to eat, drink and remind ourselves that we are more than rapid email writing Muppets with a caffeine addiction.
The food is simple and radiant, making me crave the bounty of summer, though it's still a long way out.
Good Morning,
You know it's almost Valentine's Day when your television and social media channels are a constant barrage of outdated, gender normative jewelry commercials. You know the ones; where women are reduced to Pac Man like figures hungry to chomp up diamonds at any cost because THAT'S how you show her you love her. Gross.
You won't find any of those vomit inducing, reductive tropes here my friends! Not today!
Good Morning,
Erin is out to day so I (Joe) am jumping in. Sorry in advance.
This past Tuesday, after packing shares, Erin and I got to wander and eat our way through Sustainable Business Network's Local Food Show at Russell's Garden Center in Wayland.
Good morning,
First off, please please please return your bags. We love them and miss them! We don't want to be wasteful and just buy more so we appreciate you sending them back our way. I hope this simple email plea is compelling and I don't have to resort to improv song and dance. "Baby Got Bag" by Sir Mix-a Lot maybe?
Second, this week has been about 4,376 days long and we are all some kind of tired. I feel you and I'm with you.
