Cookies Galore

I had such high hopes for December. It was the month when I was going to sit down and compose blog post upon blog post. I was going to write about the Grand Canyon and New Mexico and finally share my favorite pizza recipe (it's got a Berkeley flair to it), as well as all…

First Delawarean Thanksgiving

The stuffing was pleasantly salty, flecked with celery and onion and rich with the flavor of broth. It was, in short, exactly as I remembered it. I told my grandmother just that, letting her know that I had missed these flavors during our Thanksgivings apart. Never mind that I could have made her stuffing myself;…

Out of the Rabbit Hole

 We spent the last days...shut up in the shop, the two of us and three workmen. They were magnificent hours of play, of invention, of freedom, such as we hadn't experienced together since childhood. -Elena Ferrante (The Story of a New Name)I never meant to stay away for this long, but somehow this year I…

Dipping Season

I can hardly believe that, less than a week ago, I was rambling through Carmel, Monterey and Point Lobos, almost without a care in the world. To put it mildly, all of that seems like a lifetime ago. The Greek and I returned to various tasks in Berkeley last Tuesday evening and now, one Greek…

Miles from Mother’s Day

If it is your natureto be happyyou will swim away along the soft trails for hours, your imaginationalighting everywhere. And if your spiritcarries within it the thornthat is heavier than lead ---if it's all you can doto keep on trudging --- -Mary Oliver ("Morning Poem")Living thousands of miles away isn't always easy, especially on holidays.…

Holy Cocktail!

From a little spark may burst a flame.-Dante AlighieriThis afternoon I'll be getting on a plane and, poof, just like that, part one of my Christmas vacation will be over. To prepare for this trip, I've been running around madly, considering several important things: how will I fit the ice cream maker into my carry-on…

Gnocchi for the New Year

Those of you who may catch the odd whisper, the odd squeak, so easily mistake my words for breezes rustling the dry reeds...But I've always been of a determined nature. Patient, they used to call me. I like to see a thing through to the end. -Margaret Atwood (The Penelopiad) Happy New Year, dear readers!…

The 12 Shades of Christmas, Part II

He could see red, berries on holly and cotoneaster. He could smell lavender and thyme. All that could not be taken from him. And it didn't matter if, overnight, the colour had worn off the kitchen knobs. It didn't matter if the china light-shade in the kitchen had a crack he hadn't heard about before.…

The 12 Shades of Christmas, Part I

It was a wild idea, romantic and implausible, and the odd thing is that it worked. -Louis de Bernieres (Corelli's Mandolin)A lot can happen in a week. I flew across the country (it's cold here; my skin doesn't like it at all). I also revised my prospectus (yay, finally! Now the real writing can begin)…