Rhubarb cinnamon pie

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My Mom is not the sort of woman people think of as strong.  Possibly, this is because of the way she looks: she is a tiny woman, almost to the point of frailness. She wears an expression of perpetual worry and confusion, as though she is always lost.  She carries three sorts of footwear and least [...]

A spring risotto and a pot to stir

Spring risotto with asparagus, leeks and chevre

I tend to enjoy cooking projects that facilitate day-dreaming. Tasks that involve a a rhythm of sorts, a lulling repetition that begs the mind to wander — chopping, kneading — though I think pot stirring is best since you don’t run the danger of chopping your fingers off. Perhaps it’s because I’m lazy at heart and [...]

Crumpets and Sulking

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Crumpets should be made on a cloudy day. On a morning when you don’t have anywhere to be, and you don’t much feel like being anywhere, anyhow. They should be made when you are feeling sulky and broody and just need to wallow in your own pot of misery for a while. Because sometimes we [...]