– I am a sucker for good barbecue. There isn’t a lot of it in Washington, at least not in Seattle. I suppose it’s so cold and grey here that no one wants to stand outside next to a smoker for several hours. Or maybe it’s because there are a lot of folks out there…
There are no roses in Palm Springs. At least, none that we saw. So if we couldn’t stop and smell those, there was only one thing left to do: – We had to pause and contemplate the cacti. (Note: Rand is growing out his facial hair and having way too much fun doing it.)
– Joshua Tree National Park is about a 90 minute drive from Palm Springs, which is totally fine is you are over the age of 2, but kind of a bummer if you aren’t. And one of us wasn’t. –
(No, wait. Nevermind. We totally don’t.) – Despite being thirty-cough-cough-hack, Rand and I live our lives like we are perpetually in our twenties. We stay up late, we sleep in, we make cookies at 10pm and watch cartoons while they bake, our home gradually smelling more and more like vanilla. Actually, I don’t think people in…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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