Routine and predictability bore me and I strive to be as unpredictable as I can be, as a person, a writer and a photographer. This
Category: winter tales
On the Eleventh Day of Xmas: Glühbier
I first had to make a pot of Glühbier in order to write this entry… for the sake of authenticity and all. But I am
On The Tenth Day of Xmas: Quesadillas in the park
… or Burritos in the Dark, either title would describe the evening to a tee. It was my last day at work for the year
On the Sixth Day of Xmas: A different wonderland
You are probably scratching your head and wondering what you are about to get yourself into with a title like this. No, it hasn’t snowed
On The Fifth Day of Xmas: Death by Chocolate
As I revealed yesterday, cookie baking is neither my forte nor my passion, actually baking in general. Some people were simply born to be pastry
On The First Day of Xmas: A Wax Heart
December 12th just crept up on me and caught me unawares. It’s been THAT kind of a week, month, year… and I realised much to
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