Here in our house, the symbol of Valentine’s day is not the heart, but the scissors. When Joey and I had been together just a few weeks, he gave me a case of phone books for my birthday. He’d stolen the box from the mailroom at our college, and, although at first look all of…
raspberry mint lassi
Last week on of those perfect hot/cool nights, we sat out on the porch and drank mojitos and ate green chile cheeseburgers. The dog hung out calm and mellow and not barking at the neighbors, and my sister brought her new blue portable record player out onto the porch and put it on a chair and played her…
lavender lemon marmalade
On exactly this day of last year, I introduced you to my lemon tree. I was proud, awed, and most of all, optimistic about its chances for survival. I swept up every fallen leaf until there wasn’t one left on the tree, and then, bolstered by encouraging cheers from friends that “lemon trees just do…
blueberry lavender popsicles (and a giveaway)
The August chill arrived this week. It surprises me every year. We’ll be walking through the field after dinner, and where once was all warmth, there are cold pockets of air. It’s like the cold places in a lake, defined by their edges until the warmth starts up again. The feeling of this localized chill on…
rose and pistachio biscotti
If Valentine’s Day is about romance, then the day before Valentine’s Day is about panic, paper, and glue.
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