Friday, 2 September 2011 | 7 comments

Rustic harvest bread with merlot grapes

I always forget how perfectly sequenced the winding-down of summer is. Two weeks ago I was at the beach, grains of sand and damp curls sticking to sweaty temples. A week later, the weather settled into a breezy warmth. Now, the little hairs on my arms prickle into goosebumps when I step out the door in the morning. “Autumn is stretching her legs,” Ben likes to say. Images and feelings that I had shut away in my head in mid-April flood back: cool, dewy mornings; knitted woolly things; damp leaves. Scarves. Hot soup and apples. Boots! For the first time in months, I can unpack these ideas without the immediate sensation that they’re otherworldly. They seem possible, even. » Click to read more

Thursday, 5 May 2011 | 10 comments

Back-to-basics boule

A few years ago, Louise discovered no-knead bread and our lives were never the same. If this sounds dramatic, then clearly you’ve never been to a party we’ve co-hosted. We bake bread in a sneaky effort to get someone to comment positively on it—and then proselytize bread-baking to anyone that we can get to sit still for a few seconds. (It works best if we strategically serve the bread after guests have had a few glasses of wine first.)

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Friday, 8 April 2011 | 15 comments

Focaccia with scallions & sage

The coming week is one of departures. My friend Carly is venturing south to Nicaragua, where she’ll live and work until the end of summer. By Tuesday afternoon, Ben and I will have flown the coop for a much-needed (state-side) vacation. And all these openings-up and movings and transitions into new places and phases seem timely, because I think we can finally say safely that spring is here.

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