Saturday morning. It’s still dark – moon-is-still-up-dark – at 7 a.m. You check email, Twitter and Facebook while still lying in bed. You get up, brush your teeth, let the dog out and then stumble into the kitchen to make coffee. It’s light by now, and there they are on the counter, shoved off to…
I'm in the airport security line. Passengers are taking off their shoes and jackets, putting their laptops and liquids into bins for the x-ray machine. TSA employees are calling out reminders to remove belts and money from pockets. It was a morning flight, so in the bin along with my purse and toiletries, was my breakfast.
"Oh, I'm sorry, those muffins can't go through," says the TSA guy.
I take a beat, trying to figure out what he's talking about. Then I smile, "Oh, because they look too good, right?"
Pistachio is in my top three when it comes to gelato, so Francis-Olive's pistachio olive oil cake over at Farm to Table Geek spoke to me from the moment I saw it (on Tasteologie, I think). When it comes to fall, pumpkin yells at you, "Hey, look at me! I'm orange! Like the leaves outside.…
