So much has happened since I last wrote here in the spring — our Gravenstein apples ripened, were picked and turned into pie, and are now a distant memory until next year; my little baby is on the cusp of being six years old…
I was on deadline when I started writing this post and now that my deadline has come and gone and my story published I realized I never returned to finish it. And I should, because I’ve been making these Moroccan walnut cookies every few…
Friends, hello — those of you who are still here, anyway. Despite my best intentions writing regularly here never quite pans out. The will is there … it’s just the free time that is lacking. We’ve eased into spring here in Northern California, one…
I’ve been trying to write this post all morning but I’m a wee bit sleep deprived so it’s been slow going. Suddenly it’s almost 3 p.m. California time and I’ve got meat balls chilling in the fridge for dinner (pasta with veggies for me)…
Back in October — nearly four months ago now — I made a cake to celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary. Each year since we’ve been married no matter where we’ve lived (and sometimes this necessitated bringing back a jar of blackberry jam from the…