My very favorite part of summer produce are the heirloom tomatoes. No doubt I’m not alone in this. I can eat a juicy summer tomato in the same way I eat a peach—teeth breaking…
I’m working on a story for Gardenista this week that features cardamom and I’ll admit I’ve kept my little glass jar of the pods next to my computer as I’ve typed. Cardamom as muse,…
A few weeks ago, James and I clambered out onto my sister’s fifth-floor fire escape and festooned the spindly iron rails with cedar and pine and boxwood in the name of December and the holidays and…
Thoughts on soup, strung together. Long winter nights are good for looking at neighbors. Not in a nosy way. At least not especially. Two nights ago, I sat on the couch tapping out a…
Cucumber, lime, jalapeno and rose petals, with a splash of gin added for good measure. I made the mistake of thinking I needed them to be more liquid-y, and instead of adding more gin,…
This is not fancy. It’s barely a recipe. And I wasn’t going to blog about it until I became overcome with the way the cut up cherries shimmered in the waning sunlight in our…
It’s easy to write about going without air conditioning in May. In the weeks before Memorial Day, when the nights are still cool and the air is still moving, it’s easy to imagine a…
It’s the end of June, which means three things: a week until my birthday, sugar snap peas, and the first of this summer’s cured garlic. This weekend we bought sugar snaps by the (enormous)…
This is a sort-of recipe, but mostly it’s a plea for you to whip out your pizza stone (or cookie tray), fire up your oven, and get to baking yourself homemade pizzas before the…
This is not the cake that I thought I was going to write about. That cake had a different and more complicated recipe. James was going to make it because he’s patient and good…