I have extolled the virtues of toast for years. I had no idea I was so HIP.


Rhubarb Strawberry Cream Cheese “Hand pies”, a la Smitten Kitchen - like a cookie and a pie had a really delicious baby. All for my mom’s birthday!!

My sister wins Daughter-of-the-Year!

Happy Fromage Thursday!

(Source: adventures-in-cooking.com)

  1. Camera: Canon EOS REBEL T2i
  2. Exposure: 1/400th

All the new thinking is about loss.

In this it resembles all the old thinking.

The idea, for example, that each particular erases

the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-

faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk 

of that black birch is, by his presence, 

some tragic falling off from a first world

of undivided light. Or the other notion that,

because there is in this world no one thing

to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,

a word is elegy to what it signifies.

We talked about it late last night and in the voice

of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone 

almost querulous. After a while I understood that,

talking this way, everything dissolves: justice,

pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman

I made love to and I remembered how, holding

her small shoulders in my hands sometimes,

I felt a violent wonder at her presence 

like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river

with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat,

muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish

called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her.

Longing, we say, because desire is full

of endless distances. I must have been the same to her.

But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread,

the thing her father said that hurt her, what

she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous

as words, days that are the good flesh continuing.

Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,

saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

- Robert Hass

"…a nutrient bias is built into the way science is done. Scientists study variables they can isolate; if they can’t isolate a variable, they won’t be able to tell whether its presence or absence is meaningful. Yet even the simplest food is a hopelessly complicated thing to analyze, a virtual wilderness of chemical compounds, many of which exist in intricate and dynamic relation to one another, and all of which together are in the process of changing from one state to another."
— Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto
Favorite things about April: all beef franks and standing in the sun drinking beer. Favorite things about April: all beef franks and standing in the sun drinking beer.

Favorite things about April: all beef franks and standing in the sun drinking beer.

It’s finally Fromage Thursday!

It’s finally Fromage Thursday!

  1. Aperture: f/8
  2. Exposure: 1/45th
  3. Focal Length: 80mm

Chocolate stout cake. Accomplished.

Fromage Thursday is finally here!

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Homemade bread.