Carl Warner's Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Carl Warner’s Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs by Anjuli

Posted on 01-09-09 · Tags: Photography

This evening Sarah at Tastespotting denied one of my photos again for some misguided reason that had little to do with food. So naturally, I loaded her front page to check out what had been accepted today. Well, I came in contact with the beauty that is food porn, tactile images of amazement, stylistically and photographically perfect and ooooh so inedible. Cheers, Tastespotting, for reminding me again of the reasons besides eating to gaze longingly at food.

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Traveling Monkeys

Digital polaroids documenting the daily life of two traveling monkeys.

This means “I had a good birthday” in sleep speak.

We’re going to Jackson (Hole) and we’re taking Harvey with us. As a PI he’s accustomed to traveling in stealth.

And the jury says? It’s toasty and pillowy soft. It’s so smooth you almost don’t realize what your eating is cold. Matt ate his toasted marshmallow custard ice cream with his eyes half closed.

Just made toasted marshmallow ice cream w/ homemade marshmallows and an egg custard base. Wow. It reminds me of my first real egg custard in Maine.

Mom says if you’re going to make your own ice cream, you just *have* to do it up right with custard. Next up, sugar punkin’. Holiday cooking rules. And since I seem to have started off with one of the most complicated recipes possible, it’s all easy breezy from here on out. Two hours and I’ll be tucking into ~~a big bowl~~ a spoonful from Matt’s bowl, says he (after we licked the whole machine clean). Who doesn’t love ice cream in winter?

The snow storm on October 24th devastated Simsbury. My mom had around 100 trees down on the path around the property, including a couple of treacherous Old Maids (cracked but still attached branches that hang vertically). So we’ve been walking around the property as much as we can, pruning and clearing and macheting and chainsawing.

We can’t really fathom how a bunch of heavy snow can take down all these trees and limbs, but we’ve seen the results firsthand. It feels good to be out in the woods, breathing in the leave dust and feeling the chilly November air of New England. We can’t complain. It is good to be home.