I would like to tell you what I did yesterday: I wore a skirt and T-shirt and floated around in flats drinking cold cider. On Tuesday I rolled the car windows down, threw up the house’s storm panes, and let my hair air dry. And on Monday I bought four pounds of wild caught gulf [...]
Posts Tagged ‘fall’
8 Nov
what to do with applesauce
And so we begin daylight savings fall as we left equinox fall: with applesauce. Once you’ve cooked and blitzed your fall haul into a velvety puree (review the how-to here — quite as easy and luscious as it looks), what’s to be done with it? I put forth one suggestion, which isn’t to say you [...]
7 Nov
falling back
Did you remember to set your clocks back last night? Or did you get that sweet treat of looking at your bedside clock and suddenly remembering, Oh, I have another hour? The days are darker now, but no colder yet. Enjoy the first real fall Sunday, and enjoy the poems below, happily lifted from this [...]
3 Nov
how do you like them apples
I was a little bummed when I realized, several weeks ago, that we missed the fall’s apple picking season. (Yet again!) But our visit to Wilson’s Apple Orchard, located on both sides of the Rapid Creek valley, proved that there’s still fun to be had on the farm, even if it doesn’t involve telescopic, clawed [...]
1 Nov
in which we keep hee-haw-ing southwest
We just can’t stop with the south of the border cuisine here, people. First we had Bobby Flay’s distinctly Mexican beef and black bean chili, then the next night — the very next night! — we baked up some enchiladas. Not just any enchiladas: Ultimate Enchiladas. (I don’t make this stuff up. Take it up [...]
31 Oct
the last farmer’s market
Alas and alack, the season’s farmer’s market has come to a close. It runs from early May through the last weekend in October and that, friends, is this. I love the Iowa City’s farmer’s market, even though it’s only open Wednesday evenings (colliding exactly coinciding with my business class) and Saturday mornings. Since you all [...]
29 Oct
the tao of bobby flay
The Tao of Flay can be summed up thus: Layered. Spicy. Southwest. Also: fussy. Since, like my friend B. Flay, I can never leave well enough alone, I figure I am an ideal devotee. And since Billy loves all things layered, spicy, and southwest in the first place, we have basically formed a house of [...]
24 Oct
a sunday person
Because this is the sort of person I am, I stayed in bathrobe until two o’clock. I had a bowl of leftover Chinese take-out for lunch. I am on my second replay of Candy Crowley’s “State of the Union” on CNN. It is dreary outside, but rather warm, and I should probably go for a [...]
22 Oct
something to nom nom on
I don’t mean to be bossy, but it’s really important that you stop whatever you’re doing and make this fall-time salad immediately. Consider it a matter of national security. Or at least self-preservation. And taste bud delight. I’ve lunched on this salad (or a variation thereof) every day since Wednesday, when our Internet and telephone [...]
12 Oct
a yellow wood
Sunday afternoon, Billy and I took a walk. I took my camera. This is what he, and all the other happy students trotting down Melrose Avenue, see on the way to school. I saw fall several weeks ago in a chilly and wet Massachusetts, and can now verify: it has finally made its way westward [...]
