i’ve been row-boating my way to and fro work these last few days. buckets, bathtubs, and barrels of rain showering down on california. an early amuse bouche from santa if you ask me. cold, rainy days make the cup of coffee steamier, the cheeks rosier, and...
there is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself....
no scented candles needed for this nest. the house still lingers from my weekend baking bonanza. i share with you my caramel-croissant pudding: it starts with croissants. {didn’t go fancy-pants on the croissant maker-a mexican market in altadena} i substituted...
