Love is in the air, right? Or should be, anyway. Instead of buying him/her flowers and chocolates and crap, why not take her/him out for a fantastic meal somewhere, and read a bit of romantic prose, a juicy poem, a heavenly haiku?

I originally posted much of this in 2010… I can’t believe it’s been so long, and I’ve since removed it for other reasons. Recently, a conversation with my cousin about my grandfather’s vegetable soup sent me scrambling for the recipe, and… as I’ve done some modifications since, I decided to share again.

Thursday night, I went to watch movies at a friend’s house (where my youngest is currently house-sitting). I came home for an hour or so the other day, but quickly wandered back over there for more movies.

Another crazy wintery cold week… have you been writing? Has your butt been in that chair for at least ten minutes a day?
Pffft. Of course it has, right?! Well, if not, here’s some help.

(Error in scheduling, should have posted early this morning)
In light of yesterday’s post, I should apologize heartily, and perhaps with a tinge or two of guilt… but today’s recipes really were meant in a traditional Irish way.
As we’re pagan, we celebrate Imbolc. I’m not going to go into it here, but if you want more info, I’ve written an entire little ebook on it: Creating New Pagan Family Traditions – Imbolc.