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a cauliflower geek

It was Saturday morning, a hot morning in July. As always, we woke up thinking about the farmers’ market. Should we buy a side of salmon from Mike? Don’t forget the bacon. Would Michelle still…

whatever you worship

This weekend there was a wide green lawn with dozens and dozens of small children, delighting in finding the plastic pastel-colored eggs hidden in the grass. There was a buffet lunch with the family on…

listening to my lunch

Thwack. I smack the knife down, through the yielding flesh of the roasted sweet potato, and onto the white cutting board. This one is ready. Slurp. Time for more coffee before I start. The bitterness, the…

knowing more now

When I was a kid, salads only meant one thing: iceberg lettuce torn into shreds, chopped-up tomatoes, croutons from a Marie Callender’s bag, and a glug of dressing from a bottle. Mostly, we liked ranch…

of fire and form

Years ago, my brother did something I’m still thinking about today. I don’t talk about him much on this site, because he’s a private person, but my brother is one of my dearest friends in the…

the slow pace of neighbors

A knock came on the door. Lu and Danny and I were in the kitchen, whisking flours and making pickling liquid for the pile of vegetables left over at the end of the week. Danny…