Two words. I remember sitting on the couch in the back of the Shirt Factory, last week. I couldn’t find the words to describe the sudden emotions many of us were feeling. I wanted to joke, I wanted to smile, I wanted to say something comforting – I couldn’t. Another day would go
If I had a penny for every day that I complained about waking up early to teach at 6am, I would have retired years ago. I am not an early riser, and though I live and breathe for my classroom, I always fantasized about starting the day with normal people at 8
Peace out, WNY, it’s going to be 83 degrees in Del Rio, Texas tomorrow and there is a little lady I’m dying to see. The moment I knew my niece was on the way, I signed up for a travel rewards credit card. I signed up for an account with American Airlines
We love wine. But somewhere in there, Scott got it in his mind that opening a cocktail bar was the dream. When I met Scott, he couldn’t mix a drink to save his life (love you, babe. Really). And though he grew leaps and bounds in our final year living in DC,
6 years ago today, Scott and I were pinching each other under the table in a new restaurant in the middle of Chinatown, DC. We had only been really blogging for three months and had MAYBE 100 Twitter followers. The only people reading our blog were related to us by blood, and
I should have written a New Year’s post when I still had overwhelming optimism for 2020. And then there was Iran. And Australia. And Kobe & Gigi. And earthquakes in Puerto Rico. And my entire heart and soul is praying for health for a colleague and Medina friend who has been diagnosed
We're Scott and Al.
For over a decade, we’ve been writing side by side, tracing our journey from city streets in DC to country roads in Western New York. Along the way, we’ve shared our table, our dreams, and now our hearts as new parents. This blog is where we gather it all — the flavors, the wonder, the quiet moments and beautiful chaos — embracing every minute of this wild and ordinary life.