All Hallows

Round about the cauldron go;In the poison’d entrails throwToad, that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSwelter’d venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i’ the charmed …

Beaucoup de Pommes

[Canning, messily, October 2007] Tuesday night, nearly 11 p.m.: I am standing at the stove watching the last few jars of applesauce bubble themselves away …

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