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Drew Zandonella-Stannard
and this is my website.
You may remember me from this old thing.
I also write over here.
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about
favorite posts
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media
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video
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dzandone at gmail
© 2002-2008
Tomorrow my fella and I are headed to the east coast to celebrate with old friends and fatten the economy with our hard-earned cash. First New York and then to Salem, MA to watch two of the finest people I know get hitched.
It’s been two years and I’m finally on vacation. Thank goodness.
It seems like all of my parents’ friends are turning 60. Last weekend one of my favorite people, Carol, greeted her sixtieth year with a small afternoon celebration.
Her only request of me was that I bake a horseshoe cake. After purchasing the pan, I decided to whip up a wreath ala a winning racing star. I used my aunt Jessie’s recipe for ganache and my favorite Portsmouth frosting from the Fannie Farmer Cookbook.
Delicious.
View the rest of the photos here.
Kvas Monastyrskiy, aka a Ukrainian root soda that smells (and tastes) like last night’s PBR with cigarette butts floating in it.
We sampled it at the office this afternoon.
The taste still lingers in my mouth.
Sweetbreads and conversation with old friends at Spring Hill
“Apples are the potatoes of the fruit world”
- co-worker
“They reminded me equal parts of United State of Electronica meets early B-52s (co-vocalist Claire England certainly contributed to this thought) meets the Osmond family”
I have had this stuck in my petite head for a few days now. The Shamu reference really makes it.
I contributed to a small piece on Seattle Citysearch today all about when food is better than sex. Go forth and view.
“Go world, it’s your Earth Day.”
- Ian, while watching the Olympics