Seasonal living and the sensual, sensate life.

food memories

To Susan

To Susan

Mother’s Day and snow is falling on the Front Range, after six days of rain.  The world is wet and cold.  Still a robin woke me at 430 this morning with its frantic good-morning song.  The day feels bleak and strange and a little empty […]

A Season of Voluptuousness

A Season of Voluptuousness

“Somewhere between the putative training in self-control and the unflagging discipline against wild cravings lie the sensual and voluptuous gastronomic favorites of a lifetime, the nostalgic yearning for flavors oncemet in early days…”  –M.F.K.  Fisher, “Once a Tramp, Always…” “Be not afraid of [the] body.”  […]

A Moveable Feast

A Moveable Feast

Ernest Hemingway, a man who wrote so well and so lovingly about food, has a gorgeous passage in one of his essays about going fishing and bringing four bottles of white wine to chill in the river. Later, out of the hot sun and having caught […]

What I Learned About Food from My Mother

What I Learned About Food from My Mother

Nothing. My mother, of Midwestern Finnish stock, made three things:  mushroom chicken, lasagna and pot roast.  I wanted a mother who relished food, who stood beside me as I stood on a chair and stirred steaming sauces and learned about flavor and taste.  But mom […]