It shouldn’t be this way, but my fridge ends up as the warehouse of all the projects I want to complete, those that I have put off too long, and remnants of past projects – jars half full of sauces, ketchups, salad dressings, pickles, syrups, and caramel – it’s the debris of work and life all jammed up in that (thankfully huge) white box.
A few weeks back, I spotted a table of blackberries at the market. The late berry harvest was in – some of the last fruit of real deal summer – and I had to pick up a couple pints. But the fragile fruit wasn’t even up to the short walk home, and already smushed ones had to be rescued as soon as I got home. Quick action was needed. [Read more…]