Memories Of
[Last night, Spetses, August 2007.] … Greece, and the Mediterranean, slipping into a sea as still as glass and as warm as bathwater, impossibly clear. …
[Last night, Spetses, August 2007.] … Greece, and the Mediterranean, slipping into a sea as still as glass and as warm as bathwater, impossibly clear. …
[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 flowers, April 2008.] When T.S. Eliot called April the ‘cruellest month’ ( breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ …
OK, so maybe I lied a little. I did make something new the other night, though admittedly it was a riff on something I’d made …
Maybe it’s the broccoli soup recipes floating around lately, or the fact that last weekend wore me out (in a good way, but still), and …
The New York Times front page story today broke my heart a little bit — this coming on the heels of “Atonment” last night — …
[Sunset, Tomales Bay, December 2007.] New Year’s Eve, late afternoon, taking the long drive through the fields to Inverness, the sun hung low and sweet …
Remember how I wrote that article for NPR about quinoa? And how surprised I was that so many people also share the quinoa-love (it’s still …
[Table setting, August 2007.] A good meal needs a good presentation, which is why I often spend at least 10 minutes thinking about what dish …
[The table, set for eight] Saturday morning dawned early and grey, and I ran out for a bit into the gloom for breakfast, the paper, …