On The Cutting Edge of Yesterday

I’m getting ready for autumn.  My mom taught me how to make apple pie from scratch! We baked together, each making our own pie.  I love you Mom.

PS- Happy Birthday Dad!

Well it did. Now it smells like burnt BBQ chicken.

Tonight smells like fall.

Marco says that the international symbol for a peanut butter cookie is the grid fork mark pattern.  I only did it because the recipe said I should.  Then the FreshDirect guy delivered our groceries, saw the cookies, and asked, “Are those peanut butter cookies!?” (Of course I gave him some.)  But I was surprised that anyone beyond Marco actually knew that.

Would you recognize a cookie by its decorative pattern?

I have the urge to drive upstate and take photos of girls in gowns running through hayfields.   Go ahead, judge me.

A bacon-infused bourbon with maple syrup. This is the most complex oral barn-raising party that has ever passed my lips. I just wanted to share a dark corner with this drink. This drink has ruined all other drinks for all time.

I’m officially done with all those fruity vodka stomach-aching sugar bombs. I am a bourbon girl, tried and true.

Spent some time browsing the SA forums and found myself looking for the “like” button.

I’m full of shame.

Inspirational wedding photography.

(Once Wed )

I love weddings.  This is my favorite site for getting my fix. (Once Wed)  It makes me want to be a wedding photographer so badly.  To capture such beauty, happiness, and love simply sets my ambition on fire.

I want to post every picture from this incredibly playful romantic photo set, but I’ll let you browse on your own.

For some reason I picture Jessica and her man Adam in a photo shoot like this.  So do guys want to play dress-up in the park and I’ll take some pictures? Seriously, Email me.

(via Stacie + Geoff | Sloan Photographers)