Oh, people, I have been having problems with pickles. Not with eating them, mind you, I do that quite well. I think it’s my Eastern European heritage. If my body were ever to be autopsied, they might find it’s not blood but vinegar that runs through these veins. But making… Read More
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September 2008
Worth the Money
I once worked at a literary agency. Among the many books that had been published before I arrived was one with a title that made me cringe: Will Our Love Last? It’s not the author’s fault, mind you, they rarely have the final call on titles. But I have to… Read More
Zucchini Noodles and the Moon
Did you get a chance to see the moon the past few nights? I hope you did. Monday evening it surprised me, rising up from behind Capitol Hill all round and orange as I was riding my bike across the blue Fremont Bridge. A Harvest Moon. Tuesday I saw it… Read More
The Grassy Hill Behind the Market
I take a lot of pictures of fresh, farmers’ market produce—fragrant peaches, warm from the sun; bright orange carrots with their feathery tops and thready bottoms; sweet berries in red, and purple, and blue. So much of the market is visually stunning, it’s hard not to snap away. But sometimes… Read More
Raspberry Curd
Are there still raspberries at your farmers’ market? Every week I show up expecting them to be gone, but still they linger on. Local, Northwest-grown raspberries—soft and sweet, they almost dissolve in the mouth. I am going to be sad when they are gone for the season. My two-year-old niece… Read More
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