People who bake beautiful bread are superheroes in my estimation. I've always wanted to do that--bake bread. I asked my Handsome Chef Boyfriend a long time ago to teach me. He said, bread baking requires the "p" word: patience. Too bad for me. I am one of the least patient people I know. It is … Continue reading Rye Bread on Saturday: a Brief Photo Essay
My great-grandmother lived 'til I was into my thirties; notably, for all but the last couple of months of her life, she was pretty dang lucid, too. Had she survived another year she'd have met her great-great-grandson. But, to quote a friend, she still won. Gracie. She lived in a tiny, vernacular cottage perched at … Continue reading Gracie’s Tomatoes
This is food, potentially. Heirloom beans, organic peas, Swiss chard, summer squash. All started from seed, in these little incubator thingummies that come with soil pods. Not making this up: you just add water and then poke a couple seeds into each cup. Problem is, I am a terrible gardener. I could not grow a veggie garden … Continue reading What NOW?
Yup. In the eyes of the law, I have committed a crime. And looky there: it says I DISOBEYED a traffic control device. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself. But this is actually a speeding ticket dressed in drag, sorta. And it is my first ever moving violation. Seriously. Handsome Chef Boyfriend and … Continue reading I am officially a criminal.