D is for DillyBeans.

http://www.bethsfarmkitchen.com/

Since I'm writing on a blog... you already know I'm more clever and more experienced, not to mention happier, thinner, more beautiful, with the smartest mostest beautiful and naturally athletic children anywhere, ever... did I mention that I am a fantaaaaaasstic home chef and there is so much money coming in the front door that we are vacuuming it up, mopping it up and whipping up crafts with the green stuff?! Well, actually, that is all true, but after we give bunches of money to an array of charitable causes, we have just enough (left over) to splurge on Beth's Dilly Beans. They are available at farmer's markets in NYC and they can be ordered and shipped.

I know C loves me because he only eats these WITH me. Not a big fan of strong foods, I do like them once in a while, whereas he LOVES them ALL the time. Then, on the fifth full moon of the year, when I'm in the mood for DILLY BEANS they are GONE! Well, they used to be. Yesternight C declared he'd only eat them with me. Ahhh shucks.

Is it coincidence that I just found Beth's Farm Kitchen catalog today in my pile of papers? I'm trying to go though at least 5 at a time... and also a few random saved blog pictures ...

T is for Times Square

C here with my first post. Normally when I come to NYC I stay in the Union Square area, but that hotel was full. Union Square feels like home to me, so being just off Times Square puts me in tourist central. Last night there was a family -- a large black family of maybe 6 children complete with parents -- standing together in formation singing choir music. It was a beautiful sight.

I give money to street performers, but I never give money to panhandlers. One never knows if they are bringing down $60K/year that way and it is much better to help via organized charities.

There is a nice W at the top of the W Hotel for the one missing below. And another for WaMu. And an M for M&M World to the far right.