I’ve already written about those first tomatoes; the kind, as I said, that “we wait all year for: just cut up in big chunks in a bowl, with a pressed clove of garlic, a whole lot of torn basil, a pinch of sea salt.” I wrote, a bit dismissively, that “Some people doll them up: a splash of balsamic vinegar,… Read More
Because I semi-vacation when the Alpha Dude in my life is up here in Vermont visiting, I tend to work very pedal-to-the-metal when I’m here solo. I eat more simply, too, both because I’m the one cooking, shopping and doing the dishes and because, again, I’m spending a lot of time catching up on all the work I didn’t do… Read More
