Sunday Sweet
[Sunday lunch, June 2008.] Yesterday was so busy. I went to bed lateish on Friday night, then responsibly set my alarm and dragged myself up …
[Sunday lunch, June 2008.] Yesterday was so busy. I went to bed lateish on Friday night, then responsibly set my alarm and dragged myself up …
There are a few California writers I especially wish I’d been able to meet. John Steinbeck probably tops my small list; one summer, when when …
[Weekend bread and cheese, May 2008.] So a couple of weekends ago I made this soup. It wasn’t fancy — in fact, was decidedly un-fancy …
[Spring’s first green beans, from the Fillmore market, May 2008.] May, you fickle thing, I don’t think I like this cold spell. For some reason, …
Every so often you need a weekend of doing nothing. You need to eat cookies and drink cold lemonade for hours in the backyard with …
[Spring flowers, April 2008.] When T.S. Eliot called April the ‘cruellest month’ ( breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ …
[Iris along the trail, March 2008.] Two years out, I’m still re-learning what it’s like to live in the Bay Area. When I lived in …
Baked. Ate (a lot). Went for a hike. Slept (a lot). Got some sun. Played with dogs. Washed a truck. Ran into a friend and …
California, je t’aime. Two years ago today I got on a plane in the early-morning hours with a one way ticket on Jet Blue headed …
While we were driving back from Tahoe the other afternoon, our thoughts turned to lunch — it was the time of day, after all, and …