Gnocchi Macaroni and Cheese | The Fauxmartha

I got my wish. Ended work early on Friday afternoon. Hot chocolate just because. And picturesque snow falling, which turned into a blizzard. An epic one! We’re 34″ under, nearly 3 feet. The roads haven’t been plowed, nor has the backyard where our car sits. We did dig our car out yesterday. Maybe more so to feel justified in drinking another cup of hot chocolate. We’re getting a little stir crazy. It’s times like this I dream of cable, On-Demand, Netflix, and Jetson mobiles. We’re keeping our bellies happy though, making biscuits and cinnamons rolls and doing some yoga to balance it all out.  Read more

My mom’s in town for the week. We’ve been eating well. Very well. Drinking plenty of glasses of wine and sharing stories we’ve probably told a million times. They’re stories that make our family unique. Stories about my brother chasing my sister down the beach declaring, “sweet revenge,” with a plastic sword in his hand. Stories of sitting in ant piles and falling off my scooter. My dad picked every last pebble out of my knee. Stories of listening to my Big Bird tape player sing “I wanna go home” over and over again. Stories that no one else quite understands except my family. They’re ours. Read more