The Puddle Walk a hundred yards down the dirt road from our summer place and you’ll find the narrow rocky beach of a shallow bay enclosed by a long arching
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I would like to write as easily as I take an onion from the fridge and start to chop. No plan for what comes next, but confident that something will
The quince is an unlovely and ancient fruit. Its origins are in Western Asia, like the apple, pear and rose to which it is related. It was known to the
The more than 1,000 recipes in El Libro de Doña Petrona are written in simple, direct prose. Each consists of a blunt series of instructions, diving right in with the
When I moved to Montreal to do my PhD I brought only what could fit in my 1988 Volkswagon Fox. This included two enormous stereo speakers and an almost equally