Full Circle
Each year when I see the color of the flowers burst onto the scene it stops me in my tracks. I’m not sure if it’s the flowers themselves or the Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Of life and bread
A Tale of Two Aprons
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My daughter, Cori, outgrew her Easy Bake Oven in a week. As a 7-year-old she was fearless as she waded into the waters of “baking like a Mommy.” She became Continue Reading →
Friends, Family & Irish Tea Bread
It’s easy to forget we share common ground when differing views about sensitive issues such as immigration rise to the surface. I have to pause to remember that our roots Continue Reading →
Garlic!
I love this time of year. All of it. The leaves. The lazy afternoons in the garden soaking in the last bits of sun and the cool evenings when there’s Continue Reading →
Lessons From the Road: Yellowstone
I was away from my kitchen for twelve days this month while Darrell and I were hiking in Yellowstone. My curiosity about the park was piqued when my aunt and Continue Reading →
A boy, a tree house….and a stromboli
Last week memories of my early days of parenting came flooding in as I crept out of bed and tip-toed into my grandson’s bedroom to watch his chest rise and Continue Reading →
I may not “bee” pregnant but….
Just before Easter my son and daughter-in-law surprised us by announcing there would be a new grand-baby coming in October! Once they’d left Darrell smirked, “You do know that you Continue Reading →
Community
I was born into community. When my family gathered at my grandparent’s house for homemade pasta dinners, the place was jammed. That meant anyone who had not reached adult Continue Reading →
Love, red mittens…and panettone
Throughout my blog posts there’s a theme of practicality. I’m rarely a sentimentalist and when romance gets sappy it tends to make the hair on my neck stand up. Even Continue Reading →
Curiosity did not kill the cat…
With the busy-ness of the garden coming to another close, my first impulse is gratitude. There’s a deep satisfaction that rises up when I count jars of salsa, peruse our Continue Reading →