Fifteen years ago, on the day I found out I was pregnant with Sadie, we went directly from Planned Parenthood to the arcade at the mall in Santa Fe. There was a walk around the block in the middle somewhere, a walk I’ve written about a lot in past years, around the little streets behind the…
potato celery root skillet cake
You spoil me. Always, I ask a question and you return with answers that make me smile and laugh and peek at my phone at inopportune moments through the day. I feel greedy for your stories. It’s great to hear about your tools, and it’s even better to hear about how you love them. Where…
butternut squash latkes
Oh December! I like this month. I’m an omniholidayvore, so I’ve got a few packed in, plus my birthday AND my wedding anniversary. And also, cookies. And eggnog. And latkes. Let’s go back to October for a minute- back in the hilly wonders of California at Naya and Oliver’s wedding. I was sitting at a…
my potatoes
I am an entirely incompetent gardener.I think I’ll get better, someday. Until then, I sort of like being bad at it. It makes me feel like life is long and there is so much room for improvement. With all the food I produce as a bad gardener, I can’t even imagine what a superhero I’ll…
bacon hash with breakfast salad
The hash was so good–herby and substantial and enough like the hash at Pasqual’s in Santa Fe that fed us through the first months of our relationship. The salad was based on the hope that I could recreate the little side salad from our magical French breakfast on the cape, and it seems that luck…
Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 