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Friends, hello! After years of admiring the Rubirosa tie dye pizza from afar, I finally tasted it in real life last Sunday evening with one of my oldest friends, and it exceeded expectations — the whole meal did, in fact: I loved the crispness of the pizza, which allowed the sauce to shine; I loved the salad: a wedge dressed with Italian chopped salad fixins; and I loved the whole vibe, bustling and cozy with tables close together surrounded by groups of friends, families with young children, and couples on date nights.

Thanks for landing on my latest edition of VeganWeekly. If you’re new to my project, be sure to take a moment and visit my About Page to learn more about what I’m trying to do here. All visitors can catch up on past editions of VeganWeekly by checking out the archive. Paid subscribers have access to the Recipe Archives section, plus many exclusive recipes during the year...a damn good offer for $5 per month.

Bonjour! Bonjourno! Even though I’m still in Paris, I couldn’t let National Pizza Day – it’s tomorrow – go by without a salute from afar. And a hat-tip to my in-house pizzaiolo, Michael. When Michael and I got married, we made a deal – I’d cook, and he’d do the dishes – and we’ve kept it. Although over the years, Michael’s taken to cooking, but only certain things. He makes omelets – and he makes them really well.

Many of you have asked, on many different occasions, how I go about meeting new people. Or strangers. The good kind. It’s something, I have to confess, I’m good at. I could be all coy and say that necessity has forced me to hone this ability (I wander the world alone and have to find ways to connect with the beat of life somehow). But I’ve been like it all my life.

Hey beautiful readers! This is a post I’ve been mulling over for a while and I’m both excited and nervous to share it! Mostly excited, though!! So here’s my news, which will come as no surprise to those of you who know us in real life: Clover and I are working on opening a lesbian bar in Philadelphia!!!! The most basic quick and dirty deets: it will be called Val’s Lesbian Bar, it will be Valentine’s Day themed, we do not have a location yet but are looking for one somewhere in the general South Philly/Queen Village/South Street area, and we are hosting a couple of fundraiser events coming up soon, details about which can be found on our Instagram (@valslesbianbar).

This week I, like many others, got my Kickstarter backer materials from Arcane Library. I was stoked, so rather than waiting to get ShadowDark back to my table (we are currently several sessions into a Black Sword Hack campaign, which has been tons of fun - more on that later), I decided to use the concepts from my no-prep Shadowdark session (READ IT HERE) to play solo. I love solo gaming, as it gives me ideas for sketches and drawings, and I’ve started integrating that aspect in a lot more.

Pressed and dried edible flowers like pansies, violas, nasturtiums, cornflowers, dianthus, and cannabis fan leaves can be harvested and dried when the flowers are in season, and stored to use at a later date.  Thick flowers like zinnias, dahlias, and roses don't press flat very well. Drying their petals in a dehydrator rather than flattening the entire flower is a better technique for saving thick flowers.  Delicate cannabis fan leaves are trimmed during the plant's growing season to allow light to shine through to encourage healthy flower growth.

Now that you know where to purchase vinyl, how to care for them, and how to get setup with the right equipment, the job isn't done yet. You can also catalogue your collection. Just like those baseball cards you collected and catalogued as a kid, your vinyl have value and not all albums are exactly alike. With a little bit of detective work we're going to make sense of all those letters and numbers on your albums.

It’s Saturday near-noon, barely-hanging-onto-morning And the sun is pouring onto my couch and touching my coffee table In a way that makes me think that Buddhist podcast might be onto something And I’ve just split the last apple from home with myself Crying at the TV And mourning you like a death While my tulips come back to life. How can I explain what you are to me now?