Homemade Sunday brunch. Omlets courtesy of Scott. He is really good with eggs.

This morning, there were fresh, new greens at the Rittenhouse Square Farmers’ Market. After so many months of winter, this is a welcome sight.

Spring! It’s coming!

The bookcase in our living room. It’s about 2/3 cookbooks.

For her last evening of pre-parenthood (she was having a scheduled c-section), a friend and her husband hosted a gathering at the Mexican Post. It was fun but a little surreal.

Earlier today, I took a bowl of soup into the bedroom in search of better light and ended up spilling it instead. It was all over the floor, hvac unit and the bed. I had to strip everything down and wash the sheets. I also had to pull out our little Bissel carpet cleaner to get the soup out of the carpet. Never again will I perch soup precariously.

Potatoes.

Chef Gabrielle Hamilton read from her new memoir at Pumpkin Restaurant this morning and I was lucky enough to get to attend.

This stove is the bane of my existence. It lives in the basement kitchen in the First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia. All the numbers are rubbed off the oven dial, so it’s impossible to know what temperature you’ve set it to. The door doesn’t close fully, so you also have to compensate for that. And it’s generally disgusting.

However, at least once a year, I find myself in situation in which I have to make it produce tasty food. I’ve not failed yet.

Several years ago, I got an email from a woman named Justine, inviting me to become a Nintendo Brand Enthusiast. They were working on reaching out to women and asked me to participate in a program called “Girlfriend’s Guide to Gaming.” I said yes and began relationship with these folks that’s now in its fourth year.

A month ago, Justine got in touch again, announcing that Nintendo was inviting all of its Brand Ambassadors to an event in Seattle, as part of the launch of the new Nintendo 3DS. More than 100 of us flew to the Pacific Northwest to discover what the 3DS was all about.

We spent a day playing a variety of different 3D games, getting a tour of Nintendo’s most gorgeous new building (complete with couches shapes like the cross-hatch buttons that are on all Nintendo systems) and shopping in Nintendo’s employee store. I met many wonderful women (far too many to even begin to list) and had a fabulous dinner at Black Bottle.

Oh, and if you’re curious, the Nintendo 3DS is pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. When I first got my hands on one, a string of incredulous expletives exited my mouth. I’m afraid my language was a bit blue for the immediate company but it was so gobsmacked by the reality of 3D without glasses that I couldn’t hold it in. Oops.

So now the disclosure. Nintendo paid for my travel, food and accommodations. They also gave me a 3DS. However, my opinions are entirely my own.