Every September, I look forward to the baskets of fragrant grape varietals that Klug Farm brings to the Green City Market.
Plums are farmers markets’ harbingers of fall. They come in with the peaches and the berries and go out with the apples and the pears. When plums show up, summer heads out.
“If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper…”
Evelyn Waugh Brideshead Revisited
It’s been awhile since I’ve compiled a
There’s something about baking in the morning in the summer. Something about the quiet. The gentle sunlight. The way that puttering around the kitchen gives me a sense of purposeful ease.
It may not be obvious from the multi-day layer cakes and precisely-scaled candy projects, but most days, I am a lazy cook.