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I met with my buddy, Leyla, for lunch yesterday at The Kitchen in Boulder. Yup, same place I lost my panna cotta virginity. Leyla is a tele stud who jacked up her knee jumping into crazy chutes at Jackson Hole earlier this season – on ALPINE skis. Let this be a lesson to you all… stick with tele.

the tele betty and the x-ray

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Recipe: espresso panna cotta

I wanted to post on the first day of spring, but my workout kicked my ass and I nodded off on the couch last night instead – drool and all. I didn’t snore. That’s the dog’s job. She performed to expectation, snoring her little brains out with her furry self stretched on the futon next to me… much like she’s doing this morning.

it’s a full time job

Jeremy was out of town for a meeting in Puerto Rico this week. While most folks who live where there is more winter than summer might be ecstatic to take a trip to a tropical locale, he isn’t one of them. [You honestly think I’d shack up with someone who loves the tropics more than the mountains? Come on!] Some people get bent out of shape when their partner goes out of town, but it doesn’t faze me much unless something shitty happens like a car accident or someone dying. However, I did have an itch to make a dessert, but decided to wait until Jeremy got home because it is one of his favorites.

can you guess? gelatin and milk…

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Recipe: sour cream coffee cake

Sure, that Spring Equinox might be right on the horizon – so close that you can practically reach out and smack it – but that’s not what I’m thinking about when an upslope storm hits my hood.

you know what this means, kids

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