"Let's go make the ducks fat..."

>> Sunday, April 22, 2007

Indeed we did. With a loaf of stale bread in hand, we fed them fowls like there was no tomorrow. The pond's narrow island was host to a massive flock of geese protecting their future gosling. Pictured above is Momma Goose herself with her handful of incubating little ones.


If it ain't broke, don't fix it

>> Tuesday, April 17, 2007

I finished the last spoonful of Nutella I brought back from my summer excursion in Europe. *sigh* This chocolate hazelnut concoction is heaven in a jar. You can put it on apples, bread, pineapple, crepes, ice cream....ohhhh...ice cream....pancakes, bananas, the list is endless.

I went to the local grocer yesterday to pick me up a new jar of Nutella when horror struck.

Sugar, Peanut oil, Hazelnuts, Cocoa, Skim Milk, Reduced Minerals, Whey, Partially Hydrogenated Peanut Oil, Soy Lecithin: an Emulsifier, Vanillin, an Artificial Flavor

Oye veh. I put the jar back on the shelf and walked out empty handed.

I came home determined to find a version of Nutella that has not been infected by Americas love of partially hydrogenated oils. The Nutella you buy in Europe contains sugar, vegetable oil, hazelnuts, lean cocoa, lactose, milk powder, and lecithin. Why, when made in the US, is solidified fat added to this drool worthy product?

Not a store in Norman sells an off-brand version or the European version of Nutella. So, I have decided to make some from scratch. This weekend's project....homemade Nutella.


Luna de Miel, Dia Tres

>> Friday, April 6, 2007


Luna de Miel, Dia Dos

>> Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Joe and I took a nice 15 minute walk from our hotel one evening and ventured into Cozumel's merchant/mega touristy area. Cruise ships dock at the city centre every morning, dropping off hundreds and hundreds of trinket hungry Americans. Thus, trying to avoid the daytime craze, we hit the bargain bin at night.


Luna de Miel, Dia Uno

>> Monday, April 2, 2007

Our room! That's right, that's a jacuzzi you see just a couple of steps away from the bed and balcony. Sit in that thing and watch the sun set out your window.....ummmm, it was pretty much as paradisey as you could get.

Tiramisu....all dressed up.

El trumpetisto Jorge called.....he wants his vibrato back.


"Mayan Chicken"

The El Castillo temple of the Tulum ruins, located in the state of Quintana Roo. At the very top of this temple is where they performed human sacrifices to the many many Gods they believed in. It was a great honor to be chosen by the king to be one of these sacrificial gifts. It meant a guaranteed one-way ticket to the land of milk and honey.

Mr. and Mrs. Skinner