Friday, September 26, 2008

Canonized



For the last few months I've spent countless hours oooing and awing over the wonderful photography and writing out there in the blog world. So I came to the conclusion that my blog just would not and could not be a photo less space. So, I've leaped into the still frame world and in my first hour of fumbling I managed to snap these little gems. I aim mostly to document my cooking (pre-digestion), and my little world of local flavors and edible finds, but for now the skillets are cold, until I come down from my Canon high and find my will to eat again...
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Sweet September

I know I’m saying this a bit late, because you’ll be gone soon, but… I love you. You brought me the golden plums that explode with sun warmed juice in each bite. You brought me real tomatoes, heirloom tomatoes, the kind of tomatoes with their own landscapes and identities. You brought blueberries and the first signs of hardy winter squash, Nash’s juice carrots and roasted corn. You also brought with you my son’s first day of pre-school and a good friend’s wedding, for which I had the pleasure of making the cake. I look forward to meeting your neighbor October, I know she shares your love of abundance, but for now I just want to say Thank You September… you’re sweet.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

And so it begins…

As of this morning, I am oficialy a blogger… and it's strangely exciting! Why do I need a blog? This is a question that held me back from joining this elite world of inter-web ranting, until now. I guess I finaly realized that one does not need to have a solid reason to vent or just share, and am now feeling quite empowered by my new ability to write to the world at a moment's notice. Although, I do have to admit I'm having subtle feelings of premature regret. I'm remembering last week when I rummaged through a box of old keepsakes (included a few different journals from various eras of my life), and found myself praying no one, other than me, has come across these blushingly embarrassing tellings of my youth. But I'm a big girl now, my writing has vastly improved and my life is miles more interesting to read about than before, right? …

Well, captivating as it may or may not be, this is it…