When you live in San Diego near the coast, it’s easy to have a hankering for a visit to a small, old-fashioned town at this time of year — one you might find on a drive through the mountains and tucked up against the peaks […]
I don't know that I've had walnuts in anything that I didn't like. I just like walnuts. I like the bite on the side of my tongue that doesn't come when I chew into a pecan which is much more sweet. Walnuts in cookies, salad, […]
We live on a hill. Some may not call it that, but I do, and depending on which direction you approach our hill, it resembles something quite large with very steep roads leading to it, making it a challenge if one happens to be stuck behind a truck, a school bus, or someone who has passed a driver's test but hasn't yet figured out that the gas pedal is what makes the car proceed in a forward motion if it's properly in gear.
But I digress.
Living on this hill provides us a view of the Pacific from one window and from two others, the skyline of the area near downtown and the mountains in the eastern part of the county. Actually, the view of the Pacific is about 16 inches if I strain, sneaking out my ruler just to make sure, and the other more a craning of my neck around my neighbor's Texas Cherry Brush hedge that is more like a jungle. On days like today when the weather is not exactly as most expect it to be, I look at both horizons and notice the dark grey upper sky heavy with rain clouds. The sun is struggling to shine somewhere East casting the mountains in varying shades of grey and adding to the ominous look of the storm clouds. The Pacific is indiscernible, as grey as the sky.
I love rainy days.
So it seems appropriate that I bring you something that is about as close to packaged sunshine as I can find. If you're lucky enough to get one right from the oven, the warmth speaks for itself.
When it comes to baking bread, I’m still in the semi-novice stage. Sure, I’ve baked many a loaf in my life, and some far better than others, but I’ve got a comfort zone that’s quite different than the wild and frequently erratic boundaries I work […]
Everyone has their rituals for special days — whether they involve huge family gatherings, or quiet time scheduled for two, food has a tendency to permeate them all. I know. Big surprise. With respect to Thanksgiving, my mother always insisted that we eat early — […]