this modern world
“I don’t see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as ‘truths’ already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It’s like any discovery job; you don’t know what’s going to…
“I don’t see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as ‘truths’ already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It’s like any discovery job; you don’t know what’s going to…
There’s a lovely little place, about a 20-minute walk from our house, where I want to visit every day. Sure, I love the craggy rock beaches on Vashon, the deep green forests, the tall beach…
This butternut squash soup shimmers with a bit of pear cider, a taste of sage, and the depth of roasted vegetables. It works any day of the fall you feel like eating it, but it…
The inspiration for our meals comes from a thousand different places. Sometimes it’s from stopping by the farmstand and seeing fat green leeks sticking up from black buckets like an awkward floral display. Sometimes it’s…
I’ve come late to this cucumber party. I don’t just mean that I’m finishing up this post at nearly midnight. I mean that, for decades, I steadfastly refused to eat cucumbers. Their slippery innards kind…
In 1977, my 11-year-old self felt daring by staying up late for Saturday Night Live. Those were the best years, the Gilda Radner as Emily Litella saying “Never mind” years, the Wild and Crazy Guy…
The other day, the Chef and I pushed our grocery cart through Uwajimaya. We’re always a little dazzled by the place, the red bean curd desserts, the tiny Japanese ladies pushing past us on a…
It’s good to be home. We thrilled to the heartbeat of walking the streets of New York together. We danced in exultation at the book coming into the world. We couldn’t stop giggling. Still, we love Seattle.…
Sunday afternoon. Sun shining through the skylights. The Chef and I are in the kitchen, music playing in the living room — Stevie Wonder, as I remember — and we are dancing. Our knives are…
Everything fascinates, if you look closely enough at it. Even the lowly lentil. Moroccan Lentil Soup, adapted from Field of Greens It fascinates me to find how much my tastes have changed in the past decade, but particularly…
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