Bunny Victorious!

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we have one coda around here; it's from thessalonians 5:12-22:

go out into the world in peace. have courage. hold on to what is good. return no one evil for evil. strengthen the fainthearted. support the week. help the suffering. honor everyone.

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WHY ISN’T THIS MY CAR

BLUEBERRY LEMON VERBENA FILLING 2/3 cup / 3.5 oz / 100g natural cane or brown sugar 20 fresh lemon verbena leaves, chopped 1/3 cup / 1.5 oz / 45 g flour 1/4 teaspoon fine grain sea salt 2 pounds of blueberries, rinsed (see head notes) 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice & zest from that lemon 2 tablespoons butter 1 egg plus 1 tablespoon water, whisked Large grain sugar, for sprinkling (optional) (via for the love of pie: heidi swanson / Herriott Grace)

we went to georgia this weekend for a wedding

we went to georgia this weekend for a wedding. we decided that, while puppy usually travels on my lap the whole way, this trip would be a great moment for him to learn the merits of the backseat.

my thighs agreed. they’re still recovering from a fairly nasty burn.

puppy, how do you feel about all of this?

oh fine, mommy. fine.

cash? and you?

after losing his kingdom in the back, cash looked at all of us with utter chagrin. puppy tried to make cash feel better about sharing the back by snuggling.

we then passed this guy, whose safety we’ll put on hold for a second to discuss the fact that he is actually physically capable of extending one leg up to the dash while also keeping one on the accelerator.

now that we’ve dealt with that, someone call highway patrol. yes, that really is his foot up there by the window.

the weather was less than compatible with a wedding, but we stayed at lake lanier, and you all know that i believe lake lanier is gorgeous rain, sleet, hail, snow, or shine.

it’s especially wonderful if you’re staying in a villa and can just turn on a fire.

bill was in the wedding.

he was the something blue.

okay, well, they were all the something blue. so were the bridesmaids.

i was not. i was, however, the only person wearing jacks. i see this as a little jack evangelism… because if you only have one pair of shoes, ever, they should either be l.l. bean wicked good slippers or a pair of jacks.

so basically you always need two pairs of shoes. because i don’t know what you can’t do with those.

and a pair of kate spade heels.

so, okay, three. but then you really are set.

the sun came out in all its sunny beauty the next day and i took bill into atlanta for funsies. he’d never spent much time in buckhead (the only place in atlanta in which i’ve ever spent any time really), and we had such a nice day.

long ago before it became the commercial mecca the area is today, my mother and daddy used to go to phipps to sip wine and read the paper. the tavern has surely changed hands, but there was something sentimental about doing what they’d done years before. also, i can always be sentimental about popping into a neiman’s. especially when they have huge mackenzie childs displays.

[oh, do i want all the MC outdoor furniture…]

then we went back to the farm because we just missed our babies oh so much.

it was - as always - absolutely beautiful.

and - surprise! - the week after our wedding, two new goats were born! and then the next week, two more new goats were born!

no, kat, they won’t eat you.

puppy likes being at the farm so he can hop around like a bunny rabbit. he’s a puppy bunny, you know.

and then, after a long, eight hour drive,

and a brief stop at south of the border,

we finally arrived back home.

we couldn’t be happier.

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The Queen’s Flotilla. Isn’t this a sight? I have to admit, even in the face of austerity measures across Europe, there is something absolutely wonderful about getting to celebrate something as almost-silly as an antiquated monarchy’s leader’s jubilee.

So we decided to start a fire.

The weather is a teensy bit different than when we got married…

gastrogirl:

raw, vegan pomegranate and red fruit cake.

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