In case you haven’t guessed (or if you don’t actually know me), I’m at home. Which means family time, lots of food and beer, and best of all: sitting on the porch.
It is the complete opposite of my life in NYC, where even in Central Park it’s still busy. My mom has the best wooden porch swing. Really, it’s more of a mammoth rocking chair built for two or three or just me sprawled out with my coffee watching the sunrise…or my beer watching the sunset because the swing is in the perfect place to do both. Great for thinking, even better for entertaining. A reminder of where I’m from and a promise that I can always come home.
The Epicurious Texan 