I’ve been think a lot about change lately. It feels like recently the world has been in a constant state of flux between the political craziness, disastrous weather, the more mundane cycles of weddings, births, deaths, people leaving, moving, and the changing of the seasons.
Joey’s Junction is not a place to play it safe. Its a place to eat big meals, such as after a day-long hike, while fueling up for tomorrow’s hockey game, or a long morning in the barn. Want a cinnamon roll the size of your face? They can do that. Want it soaked in egg and milk and made into cinnamon roll french toast? They can do that too.
“Vermont is a country unto itself.” – Pearl S. Buck Okay okay, I know this is supposed to be a DC-centric blog, but like most people I know in the District, DC was not my first home. I’m originally from Vermont. Going back these days I feel a little bit like a tourist. I have…
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a fiend for everything maple. I am 1000% sure that the best smell in the world is sap boiling. You haven’t lived unless you’ve had a shot of freshly boiled Grade A.