Monthly Archives: August 2011

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Some days, Philadelphia is remarkably lovely.

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Cheese to pair with jam. Plotting and planning an assortment of flavors to pair with these puppies.

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Dusk. We went to look at the kittens in the window of the pet shop on 20th Street before getting a treat at Capogiro gelato.

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A handful of cherry tomatoes, grown on my living room floor in my hand Aerogarden. It’s not a backyard, but it’s better than nothing.

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Gorgeous shiro plums. I’ve made these into jams three different ways (with rosewater, vanilla and plain).

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A canning demonstration at Linvilla Orchards. I made peach salsa and then Scott and I had ice cream cones. Not a bad day.

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Lunch on my first full day of unemployment. The salad was good and I’m still feeling shockingly upbeat about the changes that have been thrust upon me. There is the occasional wave of anger and loss, but I’m swimming, not … Continue reading

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I keep trying to find a eloquent way to start out his post. A way to describe my day that contains an element of poetry. However, those words escape me most entirely at the moment. So here’s the truth. I … Continue reading

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Cookbooks waiting to be used, written about, loved.

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Summers in Philadelphia are weighted with nostalgia for me. I spent at least three weeks of either June, July or August from 1979 to 1990 in this city visiting my grandma Tutu and her husband Sid. My mom was always … Continue reading

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