Confessions (2)
[Dinner, August 2009.] Another confession: some Monday nights I’d rather do anything but cook. The weekend’s glow has long since faded, I’ve been up usually …
[Dinner, August 2009.] Another confession: some Monday nights I’d rather do anything but cook. The weekend’s glow has long since faded, I’ve been up usually …
[Redwoods, August 2009.] The end of summer is always sort of a difficult time — oh sure, I know there is a month yet until …
[Note: still marooned in fog, though a weekend out-of-town beckons with promises of sun in the afternoons and temperatures in the 70s.] Despite the chilly …
Yesterday was pretty much my ideal day. I woke up in time to make my yoga class — and Muni didn’t thwart me after all …
[Bodega Head, Sonoma Co. coast, July 2009.] It’s scarf-and-sweater weather again in San Francisco (What’s that you ask? It’s July? Yes, it is indeed July. …
Sometimes love creeps in over the doorstep slowly and gently to land up at your feet with a shy smile. At others it sweeps in …
Sometimes I wonder what I’d eat for a final meal (note: I don’t really like to think about things like this because not only is …
[Afternoon drinks, Inverness, June 2009.] Saturday night I was in the kitchen chopping an onion and thinking about August. The dog was sprawled on the …
[Apricots from Lisa, June 2009.] This morning, my apartment, 6:30 a.m. I meant to bake last night — a vanilla pound cake filled with thinly-sliced …
Last summer I ate a lot of chard for various reasons — mostly because it’s so damned good you’d be crazy not to but also …