So, in my quest to garner as much fruit as possible before we lose summer altogether, I (and my husband and daughter) have spent a lot of time picking berries. That, of course, is the easy part. The challenge is then finding enough time to process and preserve said fruit amidst the everyday craziness that is my life. Last week I failed miserably, and lost about 2 pounds of perfectly lovely raspberries. Sigh. I feel pretty bad about it.
black bean confetti salad 2.0
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I was in Paris* last week — no, I cannot believe I get to utter sentences
like that so casually, either, pinch me — and it was really, truly, and
surpris...
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