Author: janet

Travel with dogs (and eggplants) on A Raisin & A Porpoise

tips & pointers

I would love to be writing you a luscious, well-tested recipe. It’s not that I am too busy, exactly, though I can’t really say I am idle.  I am supervising the battle raging in my kitchen between the fruit flies and the peaches–armies of approximately equal numbers–for control of my mind.  As I supervise that, I am also listening to the sounds of my eldest flinging things into boxes and bags as she prepares to leave for school, and I am trying to decide if what is on the dog’s head is smelly enough to warrant the trouble of washing her. I am attempting to attend to the magical, life-changing tidying up that my middle child would like me to attend to, and I am also trying to get some work done on the towering piles on my desk, without much success.  I am furthermore seeing what I can do, if anything, to attend to my youngest in these last days before 5th grade scoops him into its clutches on Monday. What brain cells remain …

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Making the most of berry season, on A Raisin & A Porpoise

in the mix

There’s a lot to consider. What we did this summer and what we didn’t. Where we went and where we didn’t. Packing, sorting and organizing That Which Was Never Entirely Unpacked, so one child can head back to college; clambering over piles and heaps to set another one up for the start-of-school camping trip; hunting through closets, dressers and storage bags to see if there is anything the young sprout can wear to the first week of his new school. But summer! Summer! I want more of it. I want to do it better, to have done it better, to have slurped all the juice right out of it. As it slips into its misty conclusion I find myself doubly committed to jumping in every river or lake, saying yes to every hike. It is blackberry season. All this yes-to-rivers, on top of the rush of other commitments, makes it hard to stop and address them via the canning pot.  But on they ripen, heedless of my schedule. My husband’s morning ritual includes a wrestle …

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chocolate rose mousse, from a raisin & a porpoise

I rose up

Summer shifted. Even though I have yet to feel like it has really begun, this morning when I woke up the heavy mist that signals impending August and its determined slide into September was hanging over everything. By mid-morning, the sun burned through and now we’re getting more of that crazy gorgeous big blue sky we’ve been treated to all season. But I know what I saw. In a regular summer, I find it a little difficult to write about cooking. There is a lot of everything green, and not a lot of time. We can eat handsomely without much effort, and more often than not we eat in the dark. We eat a giant salad or we eat—as we have lately, almost every night, in this not-very-regular summer—some variation on greens and rice. Stir-fried greens with rice. Curried greens with rice. Fried rice, with…greens! Greens on noodles for a little excitement! Handful of green beans, handful of chard, kale, spinach, some of whatever weed is in the yard, all hastily gathered into the apron …

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