Seattle, Sweet and Spicy

Every day she got up, tucked her three cookbooks under her arm, shut herself up in the kitchen and cooked, listening to Vivaldi. The books were Elizabethan Cuisine, Plato's Symposia, and Renaissance Spices and Sauces. At night they all traveled together with their sense of taste: as they chewed they would become ancient Greeks eating…

Just Beyond the Pumpkin Patch

I will be the gladdest thing      Under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowers    And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds   With quiet eyes,Watch the wind bow down the grass,   And the grass rise.-Edna St. Vincent Millay ("Afternoon on a Hill")Some days you just want to do something different, go somewhere…

Makeshift Mondays

Art is not a pleasure, a solace, or an amusement; art is a great matter. Leo Tolstoy (What is Art?)Ok, ok, I know what you're thinking: anybody can make a sandwich. That is in fact a true statement. In fact, its very truth is probably the reason that I'm telling you about it. It's not…

Mini-Milestones and Bay Adventures

It's all so familiar and clear,My eye's accustomed to every turn; I'm not mistaken- I'm at home;The wallpaper flowers, the chains of books...-Valery Briusov ("At Home"; in the photograph to the left, that is indeed Briusov, posing underneath his desk...In case you're wondering why, it's best not to ask questions; I mentioned several posts ago…

Paradise Found

"East, west, hame's best."-the wise words of Gilbert from Anne of the IslandYesterday I woke up to the sound of car alarms going off and the girl upstairs playing the Village People at about 8 AM. The former didn't stop for at least a good five minutes and, as for the latter, the general belief…