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creamy rooibos apricot popsicles | a raisin + a porpoise

a cheerful pop of colors

I find it can be kind of hard to talk about cooking in the summer, when (at least in my zip code), suddenly there are green, edible things emerging everywhere after a long, wintry dry spell, and really you only need a pair of scissors and access to olive oil, salt and lemon to make a passable form of dinner happen, usually quite late in the evening when it is too dark to take pictures. It can also be hard to talk about food when one’s brain is like a halfway house for jacked-up monkeys, just to cite another randomly-selected possible complicating factor. Fortunately, in a moment of false confidence that I would be able to figure out what was meant by any number of technical terms involved in doing so, I let a friend convince me to sign up for a virtual popsicle party, and so we are once again gathered here for some food talk. Organized by Billy Green of Wit & Vinegar, the event is a week-long celebration of all the frozen …

not your mother's haroset, on a raisin & a porpoise

how i look

I am on my way to my high school reunion. I am hedging around saying which one it is, and it occurs to me suddenly how silly that is. It occurs to me how silly a lot of things are, when tectonic plates (real ones) and juggled plates (figurative ones) and other grand-scale matters are uppermost in my mind. I mean, lots of crazy bad crap is happening, at home and abroad. So the fact that I get to be 47 years old, and have three decades since high school to gaze back on—that suddenly seems like a silly thing to get squirrelly about. When I was plotting my course towards this occasion, I had to factor in that I’d be traveling quite a while before I got to set my bag down, and a lot of that on foot. Carrying several outfit possibilities around was kind of out of the question.  My default “feel more devil-may-care about how I look” setting is at the point on the dial marked “badass boots.” But I knew …

breeding joy

In 2004, our family was a bit worn by a run of fairly epic events: illness, strife and woe, though strangers for the most part up until then (lucky us!), took up residence in our solar system with a vengeance. When the dust settled (for good, we innocently thought) my husband and I did a hugely greedy thing: we had another baby. It was greedy by planetary standards, and that gave me some major pause. But it was also greedy for joy. I can run circles around most circular thinkers—but this! But that! But this and that!–and though I continue to visit and revisit many of my big decisions, I feel pretty confident that the joy grab was a sound move. Illness, strife and woe have not been as strangers since then. But the boy continues to compound the happiness of those around him. This week Vitamin A turned 10, a noteworthy milestone. We always have his Party after the holidays, when his school chums are more available, and mark his official day with a …