Introductions to the rest of the family.

I guess I should briefly introduce the two people in the world brave enough to cohabitate with me. One of them is not actually a people, but he thinks he is.

Earl is the big fat fatty fat dog of my heart. Germ is the other fuzzy beastie running around the place, and my darling husband as well. His real name is Jeremy, so the nickname is not quite as dismal as it seems. I will spare him the embarrassment of posting a picture that documents the fact that he really is almost as hairy as the dog. They are both brave souls who tolerate my craziness in hope that I will eventually cook them dinner.

My mother Penny, affectionately referred to from henceforth as The Pen-Pen, lives about 20 miles South of here and will likely figure into stories here and there. She and my dad owned a restaurant, so that is partly where the culinary psychosis stems from.

My sister Sarah just moved to Portland, it is the first time we have lived in the same state in almost 20 years, so we will see how this new found proximity will affect daily domestic life. She's a bit of a neat freak, so at bare minimum I have to "Sarah Clean" (a term dreaded by both my mother and I) once a month instead of every couple years. Fortunately, as I get older (and have less roommates) that becomes easier and is not quite the stressor it once was.

The extended family is probably too broad to delve into here and now, but there are a whole host of people that pop in and out of the house.

Until next time, Cheers.

( I am currently cheersing with a passion fruit-orange mimosa. I just found out today that Goya sells frozen passion fruit pulp available at the local market. Yum.)