Tuesday, December 22, 2009
favorite books o' 2009: the brief, wondrous life of oscar wao, on chesil beach--ian mcewan, out stealing horses, all passions spent-- vita sackville-west, netherland--josheph o'neill, martin sloane--michael redhill, island--alistair mccleod, extremely loud, incredibly close--jsf, train to lisbon, the river why, home-marilyn robinson, poet of the appetites--joan reardon, toss of a lemon--padma viswanathan, the all of it--jeanette hainen, white tiger--aravind adiga, mercy-- tony morrison
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
post tday meanderings-- walk in the arroyo of chris and char's childhoods, a failed attempt to paint a wall (complete with two holes and a centipede), road trip up to Taos and Questa, through Red River to Eagle Nest Lake, over to Cimarron-- picnic by the side of an ice crusted rio--and back again, fantastic mr. fox--nessa most content with the musical accompaniment, and food worthy of the cold, drizzly day--peep of snow this morning-- turkey and rice stew, mashed potato, pepper and cheese dish, banana bread and hard cider. laundry tumbling and clouding the windows.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
feast
two recent ones -- red lentils and wild rice pilaf, beets in balsamic and honey, crisped onions, fresh spinach, unbrined crumble chevre, sweet potato fries, pomegranate seeds, red wine and port with denise & davey -- roasted butternut squash with oil and garlic in corn crepes, black beans, fresh red and yellow bell peppers with matt jackson. delights.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
feast
end of csa box soup-- bit of olive oil, butter or both, casi carmelize the onions, add garlic and leeks, add potatoes, small cubes, carrots and turnips, thin slices, cook down a bit more. add broth of any flavor. bring to boil. let simmer for...twenty or thirty minutes. puree in blender in small batches, mixing and matching. add homemade croutons (bits of stale bread, coated in olive oil, broiled for a ny minute) and grated swiss cheese.
feast
few things have given me such delight this fall as parsing pomegranates-- beehives of bleeding jewels
The quarter penny light of half evening. That phrase kept wandering through ma tete last week. It is a warm, warm wonderful november-- and the temperature belies the date, though the winter light tells no lies-- coldly golden, crisp, the quarter penny half light of a month and a half past autumn equinox.
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