In August my friends and I held our first ever Farmers' Market Challenge. The object was to make dinner entirely from stuff picked up at the Asbury Park Farmers' Market, a wee tiny array of vendors. You know how in the beginning of The Iron Chef everyone runs and grabs ingredients out of each other's hands? That's what we looked like. Which was pretty funny since most of the shoppers there were...well, just shopping. And we were grabbing. And running. And tossing produce to (at?) each other. But the vendors totally got into it.
The next week a couple of the them wanted us to email pictures of what we made. And thankfully, we didn't embarrass ourselves. Here's a sample:
As the "Summer of Sawdust" drew to an end, our new bathroom was fully framed out and ready for tile.
The tile part was easier said than done (and we didn't even do the tiling ourselves), but I think you'll be proud when you see the final product. (I squealed when I got in the shower for the first time.) I must recommend is the Toto Vespin toilet. You may have heard of its "cyclone technology" and if not let's just say that's a mighty good flush. It also makes me want to hang one of Mrs. Limestone's pics of the Coney Island Cyclone to next to it. (Pssst! She's giving away her photos over at her blog! Head over to enter.)
I saw a pig in dress in Asbury Park. And I'm not making a derogatory comment about some Jersey Shore girl. I saw an actual pig in a dress.
Halloween weekend, I walked with the zombies.
I went to a crafty meet-up inspired by Amy Sedaris' new Simple Times: Crafts for Poor People book.
I made this hair clip out of candy wrappers and entered Amy's contest on WNYC.
We headed to Key West for a pre-Christmas getaway. I went to my first-ever boat parade and loved it. I wanted the little boat in the photo below to win, partially because it really did look like a sleigh but mostly because it had a flame thrower in the back. Sweet.
We had to drink hot cocoa and wear winter coats to keep warm. In Key West. Florida.
In hindsight I laugh a little about that, because when we got home this happened:
We were trapped in the shorehouse for five days waiting for the streets to be plowed. You probably wouldn't have liked me very much by day four.
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