Yesterday Chef David made lefse, a traditional Norwegian flatbread. He comes by it honestly. And I can't resist it. While I was in the other room folding clothes he sailed in with a folded corner of it, steaming hot, butter dripping out of it and all over the floor, and crammed it into my mouth. … Continue reading Journal Entry: Sunday, Muddy Sunday
“You must know a lot about Southern cooking.” Chef David’s voice came cracking across the miles, over the Green Mountains, through an iffy cellular connection that tied me to him, from the Upper Valley all the way down to the Southwest corner of the state. I barely knew him at the time, but we clocked … Continue reading A Food Memory: Do You Cook with Your Kids?
And the days grow notably shorter. It had to happen eventually, I suppose. But the poison parsnip is dead, and good riddance to it. “I don’t suppose your leaves have started turning yet,” mused my dad at the other end of a cell phone connection about a week ago. “No,” I said, “but just last … Continue reading Journal Entry: The Earth Grows Restless and Begins to Shift
Listening to one of my favorite radio shows not long ago I was gobsmacked by this notion: we often think of nature as separate from us, a thing we must protect, else destroy. But the truth is, we humans are also part of nature, and not separate from it. I latched onto that notion right away, because … Continue reading Sunday Photo Essay: Human Nature
The woods are lovely, dark and deep—Robert Frost Mt. Equinox looms over the Vermont Valley at 3,816 feet, the highest point of the Taconic Range, a finger of the Appalachians, and the oldest mountains in the country: Mother Myrick Mountain lies to its north, and Red Mountain to the South, the place we call home. Everywhere are … Continue reading Snowless Winter: A Walk in the Woods
Only eight days separate my birthday and Handsome Chef Boyfriend's. That is excuse enough for eight days' worth of prolonged celebrating, give or take. I suppose one could argue birthday celebrations really should not be a big deal at our age. But since people over thirty usually whine about ageing instead of celebrating it, making … Continue reading Happy Birthday to Us
Tom Magliozzi June 28, 1937 – November 3, 2014 I remember the day Tom and Ray Magliozzi (Car Talk's hosts, "Click and Clack--The Tappet Brothers") congealed on my cognitive landscape. I was sitting in my car listening to them at a neighborhood shopping center. A caller was explaining that his expensive Italian car (I … Continue reading The Best Medicine
Heard an NPR piece the other day on the use of the word chick as a verb, in the passive voice, as it appears on this here t-shirt. The context is athletics, where a woman outdoes a man in a sporting event: Dude, you just got chicked. As HCB's sister recently quipped, references to the female persuasion … Continue reading You’ve Been Chicked
Just outside my back door last evening, I found this: And just a few inches away, this: I am still feeling inexplicably unsettled.
I do not know what it is about these creatures. This one was on my porch today when I arrived home after some time away. I am unsettled, not especially calm or happy at the moment. I have been wrestling with inexplicable sadness for the last day or so and wish it--and the moth--would go … Continue reading Cage Rattling II