Walsh Fry Up

It’s a lazy Sunday morning. The two of us were entwined together in our cozy bed and determined to stay that way all day long until I whispered the word “bacon” in my beloved’s ear. The covers were kicked back with maddening speed, and next thing I know I’m pulling out fry pans, thawing rashers…

Goats do Roam

To catch you up quickly, I joined a wine guild, got the wine, and discovered it really needs to be cellared to be enjoyed properly… the earliest in the next two  years! So I have 24 bottles of wine that can’t be drunk. Visualize a frownie face emoticon here. The whole reason to join the…