Happy October. Today, in honor of the late Marcella Hazan, I want to talk about books. A few years ago at a wedding, I met up with my friend, Andrew. We had known each other in college, but I hadn’t seen him since then. I had just started my first book; he had spent the…
so that it might last
Sometimes, the idea of “preservation” brings up images of other people. Hippies with epic sauerkraut crocks. Farmers with 200 pounds of tomatoes. Brooklyn hipsters with secret connections at the Greenmarket. People with more time, less work, more gardening skills, better grandmothers who taught them how to make blueberry jam.
first of the month: social media and telling stories
(Time for first(ish) of the month. In honor of the first day of school craziness, it’s a bit late like everything else this week. Happy September!) I was picking up my farm share yesterday and I got a peek of a friend who was there with his daughter in the midst of the sunflower forest…
the case for cake
The plum trees have gone crazy. Both the proud peacocky one in the corner (tiny fruit that taste like candy), and the sturdy and reliable pillar of fruit production in the back center (larger, tarter, shaped like a heart). There are plums in every colander and bowl in my kitchen, and there’s nowhere to put anything…
car snack 5 (nut free!), and a reusable lunch giveaway
And like that, the conversation turns from popsicles to lunch boxes. It must be that moment of the summer when it instantly becomes clear that the end is near. Happy ides of August. I took these pictures the other day. The girls put down their comic books and let go of being bored for a…
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Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 