Only to those who know the secret password of course.
If you haven't been to visit us in awhile, or even if you have, you might not recognize our house because the regal door, complete with brass knobs and a Victorian peep door, has drastically altered the look of our facade. It no longer appears that you will be entering a dungeon but instead a modest castle. The recently painted and cleaned vestibule only adds to the glamour.
All of A.'s hours of toil (only yesterday he dug out 150 years worth of dirt from under the steps) have turned our entryway into a showpiece.
I wish I could say that a celebratory "door party" was in the works and I had hoped it would be, but holidays, birthdays and travels have come between me and said party. I haven't completely given up on the idea but who knows when I will squeeze it in.
Until then, just imagine the spread I would offer...It's the thought that counts. And if you are wandering by our house, knock on that Victorian peep door, you never know what will happen.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Castle Door Is Open...
Posted by Izzy's Mama at 9/21/2008 08:59:00 PM
Labels: jersey city, memoir
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