Last year while in the depths of wedding planning, and stumbling around on a broken foot, Derek and I passed a house for sale just 1 1/2 miles from his parents home on Granite Lake. We paused briefly, noticing the sky lights and how happily it sat perched above its private drive. It was easily dismissed …
A few days in Maine
For the last 27 years, aka since I was 4, I have traveled to Maine with my mother and grandmother. The three of us would, and still do, pack the car to the gills, and head with haste to vacationland for the end of August. My mother's goal, always to hit Bob's Clam Shack in …
Fancy Franny is Born…
Since moving to New Hampshire, I dream of opening my own small, farm to table restaurant. My food is simple, but my consumers are generally impressed. I texted a good friend (and excellent cook) of mine recently and jokingly suggested we start a restaurant together. I sent a bunch of my pretty pictures of food her …