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Here it is, the last day of July and the final day of my blogging challenge. I feel relieved about not having the looming deadline every day. But I also feel just a little bit sad. Between journaling in the morning and blogging at night, writing book-ended my day. That has made me feel like …
I slept today until after 9:30 a.m.! I can’t believe my animals let me. After making coffee and doing the dishes, I had a spurt of energy. I made lentil mushroom and jasmine rice soup (with homemade stock), and prepared dough for sourdough sandwich bread, which will go into the oven tomorrow. Today’s batch of …
Yesterday I was thinking about casseroles and soups, both of which I really enjoy. I like nothing better than to whip up a large pan of one or a tall pot of the other, and eat it all week. Then I had a lightbulb moment. Nothing deep but curious all the same. I prefer foods …
I will be the first to admit that I have not paid attention today. Since the moment I woke up, let the dogs out and fed them, fed the cats and cleaned out their litter boxes, and wrote in my journal a little, my mind has been two steps ahead and not in the present. …
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to cook. I’ve collected cookbooks since my college days, and still have my tattered favorite, a paperback copy of The All New Fanny Farmer Boston Cooking School Cookbook. The spine has split into several sections by now, and some of best-loved recipes, like the one for …
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