Years ago, when Sadie’s hair was toddler-thin and Rosie was remarkable in her resemblance to a potato (I say that lovingly, of course, but anyone will tell you that it was true), I worked as a governess to three girls. I think I’ve told you about them. I don’t know what stories I have told…
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dirt
I’m doing my best to take a few days off from the kitchen so I can give some attention to this vast expanse of dirt (er, soil) that I have so ambitiously laid out for myself. It’s going well–I’ve got the potatoes in there, as well as radish seeds, white turnips, dill, rosemary, lupines for…
rhubarb cinnamon polenta cake
I hope that Nigel Slater has a couch in his kitchen. I like to dream of sitting on that couch, feet up, glass of something yummy in my hand, as I watch him cook. He just seems like someone who would open up when he’s making dinner, and I bet his stories are as good…
crock pot greek yogurt
When I talk about my yogurt maker, I usually encounter one of two reactions. The first is, “Oh my, I need one of those now! I’m off to buy my very own,” or better yet, (and just as often) someone will admit that they actually have a yogurt maker gathering dust in the back of…
clutching flowers
Oh, the city. Just after we last spoke, I was on the train, then catapulting into Grand Central, a quick stop into Posman Books to hug Anna, and then I had 20 minutes to find the right building, the right entrance, and the right floor for Martha Stewart radio. If I have ever visited you…
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