If there is anything I remember about my Italian stepfather it was him saying after every pant busting, dozen course meal "Did you get enough to eat?"
I defy anyone from having a more bizarre experience than Jon and I did today.
Blue Moon Evolution as a restaurant is committed to farm to table, sustainable food practices and compassionate care of livestock all while being stunningly delicious.
I kept a good distance away made easier by my 100x digital zoom, made minimal movements beyond the index finger pushing down on the shutter and watched. The bird seemed unconcerned about my appearance.
With a start and heavy heart, I realized why, despite the endless supply of birdseed, one never sees a 300lb chickadee.
The vast beauty of my city (Haverhill, MA) presented itself like a gift and I experienced a near perfect winter day. It would have been perfect if not for that hopping robin.
When you live in New England, you're just expected to fall in love with fall all over again every year.
We were surprised, but we loved the late night vibe, the chatty waitress and the food that was nothing at all like the grilled chicken salad I should have ordered. we had identified ourselves as "Nighthawks".
The oddest maple recipe I found was maple almond jello.
I'm not quite sure if this is an actual courtship ritual or just an early middle school dance for fowl who flirt at flirting but still find the opposite sex kind of icky.