Monday night, the babes are asleep, and it’s Anzac Day eve. We’ve just returned from a long park outing with a stop along the way home for Australian-grown almonds, peanuts, spelt flour and, unexpectedly, a little dried coconut at my favorite store in my…
Life these days is made of extra cups of coffee, sipped outdoors if we can manage it (though we’re not as bleary eyed as you might expect with an almost-three month old because – no jinx!- this baby sleeps) and peanut butter toasts and…
It occurs to me that I missed rhubarb season this year. While I can sporadically find kale or packaged chard at the grocery store in season, this is not a really seasonal place, the desert of course not being the most hospitable to farming.…
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. ~ John Muir (The Yosemite) Indian Summer is in full effect here in Northern California and as I…
[Lavender-onion tart, August 2009.] Time was, summer was this perfect, ethereal thing marked by fog and trips to the coast and cursing at the July mist that secretly gave me a little thrill as I wrapped my scarf around my neck mid-month and tucked…