Just Because
On tiny nails, chipped pink polish. On dusty floors, a pink balloon when not volleyed in the air. On a layer of cashew crust meant to be cookies, tart pink frosting from leftover cranberry sauce and a dollop of fresh … Continue reading
Category Archives: Celebration
Thrice-baked,
¿Por qué no? One savory, one sweet, one muy grande…all made from scratch. Don’t be fooled, the biggest one will be the first one to vanish, it’s that delicious and demonstrably that irresistible. The pies, however, hold little interest to … Continue reading
On the Table,
evidence of our last class. Not a bad way to start the late-fall early winter break with an art class still in our jammies. This little muse ended up signing off her virtual learning and gravitated toward wild crafting a … Continue reading
After the Party
The True Path
A Glowing Welcome
A quiet magic of November can be found everywhere. As boisterous as 2020 has been, as an influx of illusions continue to ensue, mind your reaction, and instead reclaim your stillness within your body and on this Earth. Most of … Continue reading
Tried and True
Please accept my apologies for this non-July recipe. It was a request from a special person for a special day, so cardamom clouds in July here we come. While we are normally beach-combing this month and discovering an interesting rock … Continue reading
auf Wiedersehen Anneliese
There are times when people have wronged you and things grow difficult…so dreadful that you don’t know how things will ever turn around for the better. It’s mid-March and I feel like the last furled leaf hanging from a frozen … Continue reading
Purple Haze
Warning: this dish will have you slip into a guilty obscurity or may serve as self-enrichment during this festive season. It’s surprisingly straightforward and trouble-free. Who couldn’t benefit from that with a household of guests—you’ll have them folding in as … Continue reading
Still
Baby bear responds to a shelling of questions about her age, “free,” she says proudly. Sometimes she fires back impulsively before she even hears the question and throws off her interrogator. After her forty-five-minute class the instructor asked me if … Continue reading
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