January 2018 – Page 2 – red paper boat

Brussels Sprouts

I love them quartered, then sauteed in olive oil, with lemon.

He likes to sleep wrapped up like a burrito, with his piggy.

I love it when just his nose is sticking out.

I’m ready for this ungodly cold spell to die a painful death, but at least the sky was pretty for about five minutes this morning.

A blue cloudy morning.

It’s cold enough that Thomas has finally decided that clothes are a good thing.

I finally found a one cup coffee filter I like. It’s better than a pour-over, because it also steeps.