Kitchen Vixen
Wednesday, May 07, 2008 Don't let my name fool you. While my paternal ties are Celtic knots, I was raised by my mother's family, an extended Italian-American clan of aunts, uncles and innumerable cousins. For us, food is more than just sustenance. It's the joyous, sacred communion of family and tradition. |
Idyll thoughts: How syrup suggests a return to Eden Wednesday, April 23, 2008 The maple farm was organic, its inhabitants inexplicably happy hippies. Their free-range sprites played hide-and-seek among the trees, which had galvanized buckets strapped to their trunks. I could almost hear the drip-drip of springtime in Maine. |
