“…it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginative in the loneliness of confinement.” - Washington Irving Confinement I know that we are luckier than most. We are confined to a large hotel with a terrace and courtyard, a laundry room, and the hotel stock of supplies, if need be. March 16, we sent our ...
The Perfect Summer Jellyroll
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. - Sam Keen Sunday, August 2011. Summer has finally swept over us like a warm blanket. Waking earlier than usual, our sleep disturbed by a tumult of angst, a jumble of confusion, we felt the sun squeeze through the slats of the shutters and reach towards the bed, chasing ...
Moroccan-Spiced Orange Slices in Orange Blossom Water
New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on ...
Feeding Michael and a Conversation about Food
Autumn arrives, and I quietly say goodbye to another summer as I use up the last of the strawberries and raspberries that I had judiciously bagged and frozen in July to make fragrant batches of jam. We collect the last of the sweet tomatoes from our garden, along with crisp cucumbers and a couple of ...
Clams in White Wine
Where liberty dwells, there is my country. - Benjamin Franklin The rattle of cars across the gravel of the courtyard below floats through the windows on the breeze like the distant roar of ocean waves. The shade washes over me, soothing, cooling, the shutters pulled closed against the searing heat. Voices on the street, the distant ...
Father’s Day
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom. ― Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum My father taught me to use a slide rule. My father taught me the patience, the passion, the precision, the pleasure that goes ...
Vanilla Custard Berry Tart for Mother’s Day
My mother told me to be a lady. And for her, that meant be your own person, be independent. - Ruth Bader Ginsburg It was just 3 or 4 days shy of my ninth birthday. I had dreamed of owning a big bike, begged to change my little kid’s small bicycle for an adult-sized beauty, just ...
Loss
It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. - John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent I met Stephen in Nigeria in 1986. He was a Fulbright professor lecturing in English and creative writing at the University of Ife, in Ile-Ife. I was visiting a ...
Golden Grand Marnier Bundt
Did you ever sleep in a field of orange-trees in bloom? The air which one inhales deliciously is a quintessence of perfumes. This powerful and sweet smell, as savoury as a sweetmeat, seems to penetrate one, to impregnate, to intoxicate, to induce languor, to bring about a dreamy and somnolent torpor. It is like opium ...
Cocoa Molasses Chew Cookies
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils. - Cyril Connolly I simply need some comfort today. We all do. This election has left me drained, emotionally and physically. I’m shaken to my very core, chilled to my bones, and every cliché and platitude in between. Battered and bruised. I mourn for ...
