Gluts of fresh food, either straight from the tree or from the mountain in the freezer, are always inspirational when it comes to planning a meal for entertaining.
I believe the real meaning of our existence is to be found in soil … in its alchemy, in its mystery, in its eros. Terra Illuminata. It’s where life begins and it is where life ends.
When planning a brunch, I find it helpful to prepare food that doesn’t have to be eaten as soon as it is cooked — that doesn’t collapse like a soufflé, or won’t spoil like soft poached eggs.
While planning this post, I realized I had no idea where or how food preservation began.
The sun, it seems, is rising with reluctance. Dawn, as if taking a cue from the sun, is appearing later and later, and so is her chorus.
A Guest Post by Chris Aston:
Ice cream-making began in our young lives when what-looked-like a random assortment of bits of wood and metal arrived — along with a music box, a large telescope, and an eclectic arr
