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 […]
Seasonal living and the sensual, sensate life.
“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.” […]
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 […]