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Consider yourself warned, I’m going to talk a little bit of trash on Thanksgiving. It’s hard for me because holiday-wise Thanksgiving is second only to Christmas in my heart. The thing is though, I hate rules. And Thanksgiving has so many. You HAVE to serve this or that. It’s tradition. I love tradition! But I hate cold casseroles. read more »
Concord grapes at the farmer’s market have always been a herald––true fall has arrived. The clear fall sun unmediated by any humidity, a crisp autumn breeze, and the scent of Concord grapes in the air is perfect. That intense Concord fragrance casts a serious spell, one that has led many to purchase far more concord grapes than they have any chance of deseeding.
So forget the seeds. In fact, forget work altogether. Winter will be here soon enough, and this is your last chance to sit in the sun and toss back a couple of these Concord lime vodka collins. read more »
A couple of weeks ago I celebrated my birthday. Because we now live in a house with a yard, I was thrilled to plan the epic dinner party of my dreams. As it turned out, it was more like the simple dinner party of my dreams, which is actually just thing for an August evening. That night, rain fell for a while early, but the skies cleared and our friends sprung into action setting up tables, chairs, and citronella candles. We started with these peach shrubs; then by tiki and candlelight, had a lowcountry boil for dinner (look for a recipe next week) and for dessert, lattice-top peach slab pie. There’s almost nothing better than a cookie sheet full of pie, especially one made with fragrant yellow peaches in all their summery perfection. We served the peach pie with lemon verbena ice cream, and ate as storm clouds blew through and stars appeared. read more »
Summer’s grace has descended here in Virginia. The seventeen-year cicadas are gone, but regular old ones hiss from the lush green trees, fireflies dot the evenings, and the first fruits and vegetables are ripening in our tiny garden. We’ve had a stretch of rainy days, and that’s felt right––a sort of nature-imposed time of reflection just ahead of the season of sweltering abundance.
And the tomatoes have arrived. read more »
Beet greens on their own don’t look like something many people would buy, so it’s lucky for them that they usually come attached to beets (I’m going on the assumption here that the various parts of a plant aspire to be eaten). And if you decide to eat your beet greens rather than trash them, you’re in for a treat. Beet greens are never better than right now, in the late spring. read more »
Ever since our enormous Penske rolled out of Brooklyn at 11:30pm on a Saturday night, our lives have been something just shy of complete chaos. I’ve been traveling back and forth to NYC over the past week tying up loose ends. It was strange to be back in the city not 48 hours after our exhausted/triumphant exit. But now, we’re really here. The family is settling in, though nearly any task includes endless searching through a boxes and bags, rifling through these papers or those, or opening this drawer and then that one. I feel a little like we’re all just wandering in circles in this unfamiliar space. After one of the most intense and exhausting weeks of my life spent getting out of New York, I am a little bummed to face the fact that moving into a place is hard too. read more »