I woke as usual today, at 5:43ish, to feed the cats who meowed outside our bedroom door. Unlike most mornings, today I crawled back into bed. I snuggled against my husband and lay in bed happy, knowing my day was wide open and free. Except at 2:30 when I neve to remember to pick up … Continue reading Good morning, spring break
When our record club sent us the March record-of-the-month, Yours Conditionally by Tennis (duo Alaina Moore and Patrick Riley), my husband put the disc on the turntable, started it spinning, placed the needle on the pink vinyl, and sat down on the couch with a cocktail and the liner notes. Later, he told me, “You … Continue reading What do you eat when you live aboard?
Photo courtesy of condesign on Pixabay. One of my favorite memories from our lives in Florida is from when the kids were small — our daughter was maybe 3 years-old and our son 5 — and we went strawberry picking. The berries glistened like red candy against emerald leaves in row upon row of raised … Continue reading Strawberries
Photo credit fancycrave1 on Pixabay Sugar. Rain. Salt. Syrup. Love. Liquid from a pitcher, tea from leaves steeped in the sun, sweet with sugar melted in warmth. Dribble, splash. Soak-water dumped from the batter bowl. Thick amber tilted from a honey pot, viscous, gleaming like liquid gems. A heart into ink. That’s what I did … Continue reading Pour
My daughter and I spent our Saturday night watching Cupcake Wars. We watched bakers peel waxy paper from half-pound blocks of butter then tumble the heavy slabs into stand mixers with vanilla extract, powdered sugar, and sometimes mascarpone cheese, or sour cream, or cocoa powder. I didn’t understand how the bakers could refrain from reaching … Continue reading Butter
We ate late lunches in Baltimore — large meals at 3 o’clock in the afternoon that left us still full at dinner time. On Easter, by the time evening rolled around, we didn’t want a full meal. So instead of eating dinner, we had desserts and drinks instead. Well, I had dessert. We ate and … Continue reading Pecan pie: deconstructed