Tag: Lady Otter

One of my fondest—and most vivid—childhood memories is going to the tobacco shop with my father, who smoked a pipe.* Bear with me, I'll get to the tea in a sec. Pipe-shop adventures Now, Dad has long...

Last week, our dear friends the Lady Otter and D. Bunnyhunter brought us a little jar of Macallan's Amber Liqueur to sample. Made by Scotland's The Macallan, this is an amazing whiskey liqueur with notes...

When I made a batch of Tuxedo Meringues a few weeks ago, my dear friend the Lady Otter and I got to talking about cookies. Our conversation went something like this: "Hey Mouse, you know...

The Lady Otter and I were cruising through Whole Foods last night, on a mission to pick up some flowers for the host of the cocktail party we were attending. It was supposed to...

This week, I started to think about one of my dreaded end-of-summer chores: cleaning up the garden. Aside from all the weeding, pruning, and plucking, I needed to figure out what I'm doing with all...

What's an Irish pub like Goody Glover's doing on the edge of Boston's Italian North End? Serving absolutely amazing drinks and fat, juicy burgers, that's what. After our adventure through Boston's Haymarket open air market...

It's way too hot out. The Lady Otter and I are wading through a crowd, weaving under awnings and past overflowing stalls. It's like a cross between a narrow Tokyo market street and the New...

The venerable Lady Otter is headed to the woods for a few weeks, and needs to bring some lamb meatballs with her, as part of a traditional medieval Indian meal she's making. If she'll...