December 13, 2011
Until last week the only type of brittle I’d ever made was my mom’s microwave version. I documented it on this blog in a furious tizzy years ago after I was woken up by the troop of fools who used to shovel snow and hack away at ice in our apartment community at ungodly hours […]
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December 21, 2007
We have evil “Shovel Men” at our apartment. They are in league with the “Crack of Dawn” commuters. Ever since it started snowing in Boston our apartment complex hired a team of men to keep the walkways, courtyard, and driveways clear. I truly do appreciate their dedication. What I don’t appreciate is that they have […]
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