Click on any picture to see them full size, especially the fireworks!
Last week we celebrated my mother in laws 91st birthday.
We went to The Mercer Kitchen a Jean-George Restaurant located on Prince Street in The Mercer Hotel. When I walked toward our table I heard a thumping above my head. I realized it was people walking by us, overhead. Lucky I had my camera with me.
(click on The Mercer Kitchen link, scroll down to the second from the bottom pictures, you’ll what I am talking about)
Here I am sitting at my computer. I got an email from Minted.com. (this is the site where I have entered my pictures in some contests and actually have won, and sold some), reminding me that voting has begun for the last contest I had entered.
I went to the minted.com site and what did I see?
My picture, right there on the front page of their website. I was shocked and pretty surprised. I sent a link to my husband, and he told me when he went to their site, he was directed to a different home page, not the one that I had been directed to. I was reminded how sophisticated internet direct marketing can be. Everything you do online can been seen, and companies will take advantage of that! They show you what they think you want to see. Increasing the odds that you may buy what you were, looking at previously.
So, the point of this is not to rant about what gets shown to who and why. It’s another plea for your help, and ask you again to vote for ME.
These are the images I have submitted these pictures.
Here is the link VOTE
Thanks for all the support, I really appreciate it!
Today was a beautiful day to enjoy the Boston Public Gardens, and to watch the swans, ducks and Swan Boats glide by.
I know the title sounds like Ed McMahon, asking Johnny Carson’s Carnac, (A link for those too young) on the Tonight Show.
This morning, like every other morning. I opened my refrigerator door, and looked inside. What was I was going to eat for breakfast today. I’m sure everyone else does this. You look, and see nothing you really want. This morning I was drawn to a wrinkly old zucchini, and an ancient shallot. Both, ready for the trash bin. I decided to cook something with them.
I washed the zucchini gave it a quick chop, peeled the shallot and diced it as well. I thought they would be good sautéd, so I heated up some evoo. First went in the shallots, they cooked for a couple of minutes. Then the diced zucchini, with a pinch of kosher salt. I let them sizzle for a few minutes, but felt it needed some liquid for it to cook thoroughly. Back into the fridge I went. I found some delicious tomato soup, that my husband had made on Sunday. This would be perfect, not just for cooking but also for added flavor. I poured the soup into the pan, put on a lid, and cooked it for another minute. I opened the lid and thought, NOW WHAT?
Back into the fridge, aha, eggs. I whipped up 2 eggs (only one yolk), dumped them into the sauté pan….
Voila….a delicious omelette.
Oh, the flower… This was the first thing I noticed when I walked into the kitchen this morning.
Thank YOU David xo
Monday was Patriots Day in Boston. The Day we commemorate the anniversary of the Battles of Lexington and Concord, and the famous ride by Paul Revere. He was the one who rode through town screaming the British are coming…..!!!
Over 1 million people lined the streets of the marathon route, all 26.2 miles, to cheer on the runners. Starting in Hopkington, and ending in Boston. This marathon was different. Last year 2 bomb’s exploded at the finish line, killing 3 and injuring 264 people. I was in Israel having dinner ironically safe. We were scheduled to fly home the night they shut don the city. Our flight home was cancelled and we were sent to local hotels. I remember not be able to go to sleep and watching the TV in awe. By the time I got home the suspect had been caught and was in the hospital. My husband took me into town, by the finish line and it truly looked like a war zone. There were police on every corner and many hummers patrolled the streets.
Yesterday, no ONE was going to allow the bombers to get the best of US! The race would go on as planned, with a massive amount of extra security and, NO bags at the finish line and no bags for the runners. That didn’t deter anyone from showing up or running!
I watched at around the 15 mile marker in Wellesley, a suburb, 20 minutes west of Boston. My friend set up a table stacked with goodies for the runners. We handed out water, oranges, cookies and bananas. The runner’s were grateful, and gracious, during the hand-off!
What a great day to be a Bostonian, I am BOSTON STRONG!
with my little eye something RED….
first Robin of the year, must be a sign of SPRING!
This is what you get when you merge a flower and a brick WALL!