Bean Lover: Chickpeas à la Grecque

The past few weeks, after all the hoopla surrounding the wedding, have been a slow and steady descent back into normalcy. The tupperware full of wedding cookies is now gone, the Greek's parents have returned to Thessaloniki and the weather has taken a dramatically cold turn for October, one that we feel acutely as the…

The Gold Standard

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. -L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables) Yesterday, while texting with a friend, I mentioned that I would like nothing more than to fall into fall. Or really, at this point in time, just to fall over, preferably into a large and comfortable bed. This…

Food for Thought

I am a keeper of flocks. The flocks are my thoughts and all my thoughts are sensations. I think with my eyes and my ears, with my hands with and with my feetand with my nose and my mouth. For to consider a flower is both to see it and smell it and to eat of fruit is to understand its…

A Glut of Peaches

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and say, "'Tis all barren": and so it is: and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. -Sterne (A Sentimental Journey) via George Eliot (Daniel Deronda)   During the last week of July, with the soundtrack…

The Salad of Summer

Goodness is a large, often a prospective word; like harvest, which at one stage when we talk of it lies all underground, with an indeterminate future; is the germ prospering in the darkness? At another, it has put forth delicate green blades, and by-and-by the trembling blossoms are ready to be dashed off by an…

Six Years and the Cultivation of a Garden

The little society, one and all, entered into this laudable design; and set themselves to exert their different talents. The little piece of ground yielded them a plentiful crop. Cunegund indeed was very ugly, but she became an excellent hand at pastrywork; Pacquette embroidered; the old woman had the care of the linen. There was…

Thirty-three

And for a moment I lose myselfWrapped up in the pleasures of the worldI've journeyed here and there and back again... -Smashing Pumpkins ("Thirty-three")  For exactly one week and two days, I have been 33 years old. Despite being a palindrome, I'm not quite sure there's anything all that special about this age, although a…