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A Small-But-Eggcellent Project

I swear that is the one and only egg joke I intend to make. I promise it’s over now.

This is probably the last in the series of things about my grandmother for a little bit, but I wanted to recreate a project we did together when I was little, and it’s not too hard to do at home. Introducing the silhouette egg:

Oooo. Ahhhh.

Oooo. Ahhhh.

These aren’t hard and they make really nice ornaments, gifts, or, um, snacks, especially for Passover and Easter, which are both coming up soon. The tutorial for how to make them is after the jump!

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The Freakin’ Weekend.

I'm ready to climb up this ladder and out of my office. Yes, my office has a skylight.

I’m ready to climb up this ladder and out of my office. Yes, my office has a skylight.

Hey, what are you doing this weekend? I’m taking some Hydrorider classes, making these cool silhouette eggs (check back with me tomorrow for the post!), and having Sunday brunch with my friends out in Germantown. I’m going to have a late-afternoon hike in Radcliffe before visiting Stephanie and Ben! Tell me what you’re planning to do! Tell me if you want to come do stuff with me!

Do I Love You? A guide on how to know.

Maybe you’re wondering if I love you. The answer is a firm “maybe.” A good hint would be that if you get hurt and are feeling kind of bummed and are just hanging around the house alone, I make you a pie and bring it to you and sit on your couch and watch Nashville with you.
A couple days ago, I promised that I would share a few things my grandma taught me how to do. I meant to get this to you yesterday, but, you know, Nashville. The particular coconut cream pie recipe that I will share with you after the jump is well regarded to be the alpha and omega of coconut cream pies. I will let you be the judge.

Sweet, sweet convalescence.

Sweet, sweet convalescence.

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Making a withdrawal from the doughnut bank

Today, this is the only post I’m going to make- the others were scheduled in advance. I’m in Evansville, Indiana today with my family to lay my grandmother to rest. She was a kind and gentle woman who loved my sister and me a lot, but she was also a formidable DIYer, a hell of a gardener, and an excellent, excellent home cook. For the next couple days, I’m going to share with you a few of the things she taught me over my life.
I’ve never been one for funerals, so I ducked out as soon as I could and made a withdrawal from Kemp’s Doughnut Bank (Evansville institution and damn good doughnut makery) and headed over to Wesselman Woods. We went there all the time when I was little, and she and my grandfather taught me a lot about birds, flowers, leave-no-trace camping, recycling, and nature. It’s raining pitchforks and plow handles in Vanderburg County, so I’ll leave you with this drool-inducing photo of my coffee and cake doughnut breakfast under the picnic shelter. I’ll be back tomorrow.