Cooking, Creating, and Everything in Between
Drought I can still remember the drought. The weather in Pennsylvania was almost always fairly mild– I remember as a child the temperature seldom getting “up into the nineties.” The nights were cool, with refreshing breezes. The rains were regular,…
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I Wonder I wonder if someday, when we walk in the street Look up and see the sunshine– maybe talk to those we meet: Will we think how wondrous a thing it is When someone holds our hand, or…
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Cookies at the Kitchen Table When my great grandmother was upset she would always make bread dough. My grandmother told me that “even if it was evening and she didn’t need bread until morning she would go out there and…
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Cake for Lunch There were lots of big, strong, strapping men around on my grandparents’ dairy farm– boys with fingers as thick as sausages, from handling the farm work. I was quiet and liked to read, but I wasn’t…
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Teacups and Kitchen Tables For as long as I can remember, I have loved teacups. I’m not really sure where that love began– it’s like looking at your high school sweetheart years later and wondering when that love began. You…
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New Year It’s hard to believe that it is 2020 already. This time of year is good for contemplation and fresh starts. It always makes me nostalgic. The other day I was thinking about this blog– how it started as…
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Pan Poilâne There are few things in life more comforting, more universally appreciated and appealing than a loaf of bread. It exists in every culture– and ironically, no matter what form it takes, its presence on the table denotes family…
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The Good China My grandma always kept the good china in a dark, imposing hutch that sat grumpily in the corner of the kitchen, guarding the special dishes like a soldier presiding over prisoners of war. I used to stand…
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Porch Sitting You can learn a lot about life sitting on the porch. There was a time, not so very long ago, when people didn’t have air conditioning. The porch became a respite from the sweltering stuffiness of the inside…
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Nancy in Paris “Paris is always a good idea.” — Audrey Hepburn It was just about a year ago that I was in Paris— that glorious, magical city which has a certain something– a certain je ne sais quoi— that…
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