I’ve been pretty busy lately and that’s just the way I like it in the summer. In addition to some additional responsibilities at work, I’ve joined the Borderstan team as a freelance food, etc. writer. It’s a fun challenge to look at a particular neighborhood and discover how to relate it to a city with so many options.
As I mentioned last week, David and I also moved about ten houses down from where we were in Adams Morgan. While the kitchen is still under construction, the move has resulted in double our previous square footage, a dishwasher, washer/dryer and an epic battle with fruit flies. We have tried every home remedy, scoured every surface for residue and washed every trash can thoroughly. When I hear David smashing at cabinets and emitting a bestial cry, I know the fruit fly war rages on…
The kitchen construction has allowed us to hit up a few of our favorite restaurants like Busboys and Poets and Open City and to try out a few new places like Birch and Barley and The Heights. Eating out is a great experience, especially when you can nerd-out over pretzel roll BLTs, but at the end of the day I miss my kitchen.
Thankfully, my Uncle Farrell and our family eased my home-cooked hunger pains with a old-fashioned southern fish fry.
Yes, I did wedding stuff this week–tried on dresses, looked at invitations, took David ring shopping, but I’ll save that for later. For now, just sit back and enjoy a week of tasty good eats.
Reads:
- I’m Legit: Ashley writes for Borderstan
- Chocolate Malt Cake from Epicurean Escapism
- Cinnamon Sugar Radish Chips from The Kitchn
- Berry Butter from The Pioneer Woman (you’re not doing right by yourself if you don’t read this)
- Young Adult Fiction Forces Teens to Grow Up via The Atlantic





