It’s been a dreary week for us here in South Florida. Early mornings begin soaking wet and seem to continue the same pattern for the rest of the day. This may be okay for folks in Norway or our Brit friends across the pond, but, for delegates of the Sunshine State, endless drizzle mixed with downpour doesn’t sit well. On the other hand, there is something downright comforting about rainy days (when you aren’t caught in the midst of it with a broken umbrella). Nature’s wrath begs us to seek shelter and suddenly, the confines of our home instantly becomes more inviting. Inside we are dry and safe and eating a good meal tastes even more delicious.I always crave carbs when it rains. Maybe it’s my caveman instinct of hunkering down that calls …Read on

Day was slow. Rainy. Glum. Humidity promising right around the climate corner. I shouldn’t complain, I know. Flights are being cancelled left and right up north because of freezing cold weather and I get feisty when there is a trace of mugginessBut I can’t help myself. It is March and I’ve carelessly grown used to the two months when South Florida has pleasant weather: a short two months where you can actually roll down a car window, possibly walk somewhere without shvitzing. Who am I kidding. Who the hell walks in South Florida? But you get the gist. It’s the one time of the year my bra isn’t sticky, and that in itself is worth celebrating.So the crimp in the weather has put me in a bit of a fowl …Read on