I was raised on bagels. Not the round-bread-masquerading-as-bagels that you find in UK supermarkets – real East Coast bagels. Bagels heavily seasoned, then shellacked with an even heavier application of...
The arrival of spring usually makes me a little loopy. It’s not only the warmer temperatures, the scent of blossoms on the air, the blessedly later sunsets. It’s also the new...
I am a creature of habit. When July comes, I know it’s time to eat as many tomatoes and peaches and nectarines as I can. The opposite of a squirrel hoarding...
For many, January is a time of deprivation, of restoring a lost balance thrown off by those prior weeks of feasting and merrymaking. I, too, feel a pull towards asceticism...
Seasonal transitions are my favourite time of year, and I love it as spring slowly and inexorably flows like warm syrup into the humid and fecund days of June. The...
I’m writing to you from the middle of the late summer coda it didn’t look like we would to get this year – September ablaze with sudden sun that has...
“Y’all, I need to tell you about this soup I made last night.” My phone lit up with a message from my friend Jess, quickly followed by a photo of rustic...
Who is Winifred? What’s her story? She’s not giving much away, staring at us as she does, rather blankly. Not exactly happy, but not sad either. Her firmly parted hair...