Buffalo: home of the Bills, Chicken Wings, Buffalo Bison Dip, Beef on Weck, and after our date night on Wednesday, home to the best pierogi I’ve ever had. Wednesday night, we had a quintessential Polish date at newly opened Ru’s Pierogi on Niagara Street in Downtown Buffalo. I’m a Polish girl, and
Against my better judgement, I coerced Scott into letting me be his congested date on Sunday to the first (of which we hope will be many) Buffalo Cocktail Classic. Though I left the drinking to the guy who could actually taste the spirits, I followed behind him and took pictures of the
Happy Monday, all! I am on the way to take my Mom for eye surgery (sounds scary, right?) but she won’t need glasses for the first time since she was 5 years old. Not to mention, the cataracts will be gone so it’s a win/win. This morning I am once again living
We were going to get married today. Well, that was our thought about 3 months ago when we realized that 11/11 would fall on a Friday. 4 years ago when Scott first appeared in my life, I never paid attention to the omen. But as we started talking late at night on
What a bizarre week. The only reading I did was political, and that had me bumming hardcore. In fact, as I mentioned in my post yesterday, I spent all of Wednesday in bed and had every intention of skipping the Buffalo Blogging Network get -together at Buffalo Riverworks on Wednesday night. But
Allow me to let you in a secret. I hate politics. But then again, most common Americans do. It is said with frustration, with animosity, with great offense, when someone says, “it’s all politics”. But politics had NOTHING to do with how I spent my yesterday, curled up in the fetal position
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.