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From the Blog:
I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down
I’m sitting at my desk in my study with a cup of coffee, catching my breath for a moment while Dingo has his morning nap on his bed at my feet. My new book, “Blue Plate Special,” an autobiographical account of my life in food, is, as of yesterday, finished, edited,...
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
This time of year, I can’t stop sleeping. I seem to have been infected by a seasonal parasite, a sleep tapeworm or zombie virus that awakens at dark and renders me unconscious so it can wreak its insidious takeover of my person while I’m zonked out. Every day, I try...
Out on the wiley, windy moors…
Two days ago, we arrived here at the farmhouse from town. The wind blew around the house all evening and night in moans and ghostly howls. Dingo kept barking at it, and in the course of a night in front of a crackling fire, we watched Kate Bush’s “Wuthering Heights”...