Cooking is like a poem. There's a certain rhythm and grace to the prep work. Chopping, slicing, and dicing; the alternating short and long cuts a sort of iambic pentameter in the kitchen. Baking is precision and rhyme, but all else - that which does not demand perfection - is loose, free-form. These ideas came … Continue reading Cooking as Poetry
On Saturday, Tara and I decided to take a drive to Hood River, Oregon. Our destination? The cleverly-named Fruit Loop, a 35-mile circuitous route around the town of Hood River, home to some thirty-odd farmer’s markets, fruit stands, U-pick orchards, and wineries. We hoped to enjoy some fall colors and stock up on apples and … Continue reading Apples and Cider and Pears, Oh My!
I like to think of myself as an outdoors person. After all, I get out into the wilderness often. I love hiking, have done a fair share of geocaching, and don’t let a little thing like seventeen hours of nonstop rain ruin a camping trip. I have a backpack stocked with survival and first aid … Continue reading The One That Didn’t Get Away