I have been an absolutely horrible blogger as of late, and my poor, neglected WordPress hasn’t been updated in months. I’d like to blame my lack of maintenance on the fact I’ve been home for the last month, where my family – I kid you not – has no working internet. None. The twitter fiend in me has been yearning for a wifi connection. I considered spending the night in my mother’s office just to be able to binge on some Twin Peaks on Netflix.
Regardless, I have continued writing, and I have a few recent stories that I have now added to my complete list of written works.
– Did anyone else go crazy over butterbeer lattes? I went crazy over butterbeer lattes. I’m one of those people who goes nuts for secret recipes, hacks and all that jazz. Sure, when I first asked for a butterbeer latte, the barista at the local Starbucks gave me a hurtful look. But the resulting recipes in my Daily Free Now blog post are worth it, in my opinion.
– I wrote a post on St. Stephen’s Church for the Boston University News Service ‘s interactive Kennedy map in November, for the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination. I had a lot of fun with this piece, mainly because it gave me an excuse to get a loaf of Bricco’s ciabatta and sit in the Paul Revere Mall under falling leaves. It was a perfect Boston moment.
– After gorging myself on Italian bread and chatting with eightysomething North End residents over homemade cheese, I decided to write a quick food guide for my favorite neighborhood (So it’s touristy. So what? It’s the only place where I can get a mocha made with actual chocolate and listen to aging men scream at a television in Italian). I miss that style of writing – it made me think of my NoshOn.It days. I hope I can do some more food blogging this summer.
– As we entered December and the daunting prospect of me leaving my beloved Musies became a reality (I’m moving up in the world – I’m officially the Features Editor for the Daily Free Press these days!), I decided to write a final little something about my favorite food of 2013. Nothing groundbreaking, but it was the food of my move to Boston. For me, it tastes like relief from blizzards and homesickness. I also include a few places you can find these bite-sized blessings, so my fellow Bostonians can take refuge from the absolutely crazy snow going on over there and eat something delicious.