[Coconut bread, and tea, January 2010.]
Quite a few years ago I read a book that would become one of my very favorites — My Dream of You, by the Irish writer Nuala O’Faolain — and which I subsequently have passed around to various loved ones. I first read it one long weekend in Ohio; [...]

[Spetses, 2007.]
If I were a better writer, I’d have some sort of lovely observation about this (endless) rain and how, if I didn’t have to work, I’d like to be sitting in the Japanese tea garden in Golden Gate Park watching puddles pile up near the coi pond and crunching away on that delicious (and [...]

[Roasted and stuffed pumpkin for Thanksgiving, fall 2008.]
Thanksgiving is the cook’s holiday — sure, Christmas can be, too, or Easter, or even New Year’s Eve if you’re kitchen-inclined and like me take any excuse to have a dinner party. But Thanksgiving is truly the only U.S. holiday where the entire focus is on food; [...]

[Pacific Ocean, Drake's, March 2009.]
The other day I ran 10 miles down through the park — with a mile along the ocean tucked in for good measure — and then sat for a bit on the sea wall at Ocean Beach to watch a tanker ship sail slowly away out to sea, bound perhaps for [...]

[Leaves, Sebastopol, October 2009.]
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. - George Eliot хуй сосет
Beautiful October, you are sweet blue skies and cool breezes flowing through the screen and the bit of melancholy that always seems [...]