All posts filed under: a sensuous sigh


your number is up

Thank you so much for leaping onto the various bandwagons I dangled before you. Every comment, like and follow was a lovely present to open. The winner of the giveaway is Tess, who has a box of treats en route just as soon as she supplies an address to me! It could have led to a lot of canine swagger, all that fan-love.  The dogs have a secure sense of their own good looks and charm, and they do dominate the Instagram feed. But we ended that ego exercise by taking the suitcases down from the attic and committing the ultimate act of dog deflation: leaving home without them, to head south to celebrate my mom’s 80th birthday. Travel has become a funny exercise in How Much Would You Pay For That Thing You Used To Count On? Is it worth $25 to have the Room To Unbend Your Legs package? How about $25 for the Ability To Take Luggage On Your Trip feature? Will you pay $10 for access to the Swift And Courteous …

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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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chocolate & olive oil & salt, oh my

awaiting moderation

Well, it has been quite some time since my last confession.  There is this little project, which now that spring has sprung is really heating up the family to-do list. It’s spring everywhere, of course, so there are the winter clothes to be dealt with, and the pruning of the blackberries so that, come summer (and come it will!  I hear it gaining on us now!) a pint of blood need not be exchanged for each quart of berries. There are the sheep to be shorn. And then a good amount of wool to be handled. Spring is full up with cleaning and weeding and pruning and sorting. And then there is grief.  Grief is its own season. All in all, there has not been a whole lot of intentional cooking going on.  Survival cooking has more been the theme.  I have been wondering if maybe I forgot how to cook, or how to enjoy it anyway.  I have certainly been a bit dull in the tastebuds. But then, suddenly, there was this chocolate bar, …

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