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the crossroads of art and lifeSunday Morning, Paris
7:30 on a Sunday morning in Paris is mostly quiet. The streets are deserted, but littered with debris left by the revelers of Saturday night. In empty cobbled passageways the flutter of pigeons' wings passing between the roofs is the only sound to join the clicking of...
Bouquet Garni, Young Beans, and a Roosting Chicken
Tonight's dinner of braised root vegetables was seasoned with bouquet garni—a pleasing little bundle of parsley, thyme and bay. We ate the sweet potatoes, carrots, and beets over gnocchi, drizzled with the pan juices, butter, and chopped herbs. The wind picked up this...
Death of a Lamb
Oh E.B. White. You came to mind immediately yesterday. A day so long and multi-faceted that my memory of it now breaks it into chapters. More of E.B. White to come. Stay with me. Chapter 1 12:15 a.m. Lights out. We've just finished watching the sad and slightly...
Early Morning Studio
This is what late August feels like-misty and chilly when we wake up. Our view is eclipsed by clouds that sit on our hilltop obscuring everything a few feet beyond the windows. I am out in the studio at 7 am and the sun just broke through the fog. Outside me door jays...
Heat Wave Eating
Hey it's hot, so sauté the watermelon. My brother-in-law first suggested this to me a few years ago. I wasn't convinced that watermelon would cook into anything but a wet soggy mess. I was never so happy to be wrong. It's similar to my earlier belief that you couldn't...
Danish Textiles by way of Barcelona
I came upon the Indian print textiles of Bungalow in the marvelous home décor shop ivo & co in Barcelona, and brought a tea towel home with me. It hasn't touched a dish yet, since most tea towels suffer a messy fate in this house—too quickly stained with tea or...
Thunderstorms, Evening, Porches
I grew up in southeastern Pennsylvania where summers were hot and muggy. When a thunderstorm rolled in I loved to sit on the porch swing watching sheets of rain pour down off the roof, with the lilacs 15 feet away becoming a mere shadow of themselves through...
I Had A Hard Time Waking This Morning…
....I had a lot of things on my mind (as the song by The Band goes). This morning started at midnight when my alarm clock went off. Apparently we had a blip of a power outage last night and it set my alarm back to 12:00 a.m. I—mercifully—got back to sleep without an...
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