I’ve always had a passion for teaching - whenever I learned a new fact or skill, my instinctual “second step” is to share that with someone else. Loudly and imperatively.
I was a super annoying little kid.
Ask anyone.

In which i panic because all of my seeds haven’t been started yet, and muse over past catastrophes of overambitious seed-starting.

Kicking off a new series of cooking classes focused in my favorite culinary passion: PASTA!

With the expectation of a rush of new gardeners’ fervor this season, I got a jump on seed-ordering, relying on some trusted suppliers and a lot of daydreaming. Yes, I ordered way too much. It’s a thing we do.

Now, the planning sessions begin.

I just baked the best cookies I may have ever made - they were a bit of an experiment, but in this case, they’re the Penicillin of holiday baking.

Every year my mom and I wander into the woods around this time and bind our wreaths for winter.

The first flakes of snow are falling in non-committal zig-zags, and my thumb-pad is chapped from rubbing tiny mouse-tooth lettuce seeds from their fluff.

There is a moment in the June garden that needs to be exalted to an appropriate level.

In which i panic because all of my seeds haven’t been started yet, and muse over past catastrophes of overambitious seed-starting.

With the expectation of a rush of new gardeners’ fervor this season, I got a jump on seed-ordering, relying on some trusted suppliers and a lot of daydreaming. Yes, I ordered way too much. It’s a thing we do.

Now, the planning sessions begin.

The first flakes of snow are falling in non-committal zig-zags, and my thumb-pad is chapped from rubbing tiny mouse-tooth lettuce seeds from their fluff.

There is a moment in the June garden that needs to be exalted to an appropriate level.

I love raspberries.

My dog did too. She’d accompany me on a picking-adventure, and learned quickly to skip her own hunt and instead watch my hand reaching for the most-ripe berries.

It’s finally warm out!
The timer starts to the first zucchini blossoms…the first chiles…and that first luminous tomato, just waiting for the kitchen…

Strawberries require *just enough* work to make the reward worth it. They’re absolute easy successes, but not by reflex. By care. And then, when you return to the kitchen with a colander full of glowing summer carbuncles, you know your work paid off.

After all; nobody would care about finding the Holy Grail if it was just sitting on the coffee table.