June is the month that pulls in all directions. And so I’m here just for a few moments on this Sunday night to offer you what I have, which are strawberries that I picked myself when I dropped everything and went picking on Friday. Mostly I did it with the hope that my friend, Molly,…
corn and nectarine salad with basil
So I’ve written a book! A couple of years ago, when I thought about the possibility of writing a book, I thought of it more as an exercise than a reality. I was absolutely sure that it would never go anywhere, but I thought it would be good for me to follow through and see…
my favorite
This is it.These last weeks of August leading into the first weeks in September–I could live in this time forever. In New England, the shift always comes in one day. Wednesday, it is summer, and the air is hot, and the fan stays directed at the bed all night. Cooking means watermelon, because who could…
mint ice cream
There is a point in the summer where the brain stops being efficient. It happens all in one day, and it’s the same day that wearing a bra is no longer an option given the discomfort it produces. It is the kind of day where one must either be near a body of water or…
deep dish strawberry rhubarb pie
I’ve had my way with the last of the strawberries. Joey went to pick at Thompson Finch Farm on Friday while I was at kids’ cooking camp, and he stopped in on his way back to drop of strawberries for the last meal of camp. We filled a colander and the kids descended on them,…
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Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 