Wednesday, April 2, 2014

April prayer

My best days are when I meet each moment like a new face - when I am curious, open, and on my best behavior.

I have not been on my best behavior.

But our best days are also when we forget how we are, where we have been, and who we hope to be later.  We take wild chances that leave us thrilled and wide-eyed and full of wonder: We build block towers. Have a picnic. Plant the damn fig tree. We bake the boring recipe. Eat yellow cake, and like it.  We forgive ourselves for being who we are and love ourselves in the process.

Oh, Lord, that I would remember this tomorrow.

 
Happy April. Be wild.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Roy Finamore's Broccoli Cooked Forever

I used to think there was no excuse for overcooked vegetables. I used to think I was above all that. We all need humbling.

Try not to be too shocked if you, also, are late to this vegetables cooked forever revolution. It takes a little heart softening at first to open the mind. But all it takes beyond that is enough time to put a pot on the hob, plus the two hours to cook it right. With one taste the synapses make their merry way without so much as a twitch. The brain broadens, and we sit, eating, transfixed.

So go slow. Walk into the oddity. This is all a part of the turn.


Saturday, February 1, 2014

A little turn


Eden turned six months a couple of days ago. The photos below are her milder moments. When she's hungry, she attacks whatever is in front of her, usually me. She uses both hands and knees to hang on to either side of, say, my shoulder, and thrusts her mouth at the knob of it, biting. She is aggressive. Focused. Frightening.

I feel the same way sometimes. As in, I feel hungry. And aggressive. Like I need to utilize a full body head-butt and all four limbs just to latch on to what I need. Really, honey, I tell her, you don't have to work so hard. I'm trying to remind myself that too.


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

We made it


It's been a big month: I published my first real article in Edible Sacramento; painted our house turquoise; launched a Facebook page for Enchanted Fig; got sick twice; bought an enormous bottle of rum in anticipation of days like this; baked three versions of pear frangipane tart and lost my mind in the process; and realized a day or two late that somehow, miraculously, Eden turned three months old.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

My crisp

Four years ago we celebrated our last Canadian Thanksgiving in Vancouver. It was bittersweet. Cedar was three months old, we were about to move, and some friends of ours invited us last minute to come to their Thanksgiving feast. We were broke, and my sister was visiting from California. I needed something soothing but unusual, so I brought this.


Thursday, October 3, 2013

It was his birthday: Four Layer Dessert

Four Layer Dessert--do you remember it? It's not a pie or tart or cake or ice cream. The dessert comes to us directly from the 1980's pudding craze. It has a nutty shortbread base, three layers of dairy-like goodness, and is preferably made in a Pyrex casserole dish: crust, sweet cream cheese and "whipped topping", thick pudding, and more plain "whipped topping" sprinkled with nuts. Nothing fancy. Nothing complicated. A do-it-all 80's mom's dream.

 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Saturday Post

For a moment just now I was stressed. I had planned last night to sneak off to the market early for an hour while the air was still cool and Eden was happy and fed and in Kevin's care. But the market has started, the day is rolling on, and she sleeps, unfed. Woe! She sleeps.