[Cherries, June 2008.]
I must confess it’s mostly the little things that make up my quiet happinesses: a week of sun, waking up every day except Monday to warmth and light and summer; my near-daily americano, an indulgence at $2/per, with organic milk and sugar; a perfect peach, cut in long juicy slices for my breakfast; [...]

[Solo dinner, June 2008.]
Boy do I love soft serve. I love it almost as much as I love baseball — so Saturday night at the A’s game when both got together I was pretty much in heaven. If the ice cream in question was served in a little plastic baseball cap (”safe for [...]

[Last night, Spetses, August 2007.]
… Greece, and the Mediterranean, slipping into a sea as still as glass and as warm as bathwater, impossibly clear. Drinking beer at a little cafe near the sea wall with my friend come over from Jerusalem for a long weekend, talking about things large and small. Riding bikes [...]

[Dinner the other night, May 2008.]
OK, so I lied. I did soak beans the other day, but we didn’t actually eat them that same night. While they plumped up crisp and delicious, when the time came for dinner I honestly just … did not want them. Instead, I found myself staring down [...]

[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 — but because this is a strange place sometimes, and it was freezing cold on a Saturday eve despite the calendar showing that inexorable march toward ’summer,’ all I could [...]