Two posts in a row about the food I made for dinner... must mean I'm either hurting for things to photograph and talk about or I'm really enjoying my menu choices. I guess both are true. The weather has started to tease us with hints of turning and there is a scent of freshness, of change in the air. I know my eyes are ready to drink in the color that sits crouching under all that gray and cold. Maybe that is why I'm taking pictures of my cutting board, and my little girl with all her vivid clashing splashes of clothes.