Most work days I transition abrubtly between an environment of intensely creative high-vibing females during the day to males of the same ilk at night–lots of them. But now and then, I arrive home on a quiet, warm, beautiful night and……everyone is out: soccer, school, hiking, movies, work AND–I can take a deep breath, relax and take in a rare moment of peace—-north and south on the Hudson River—all is calm and quiet (before the storm?).
Our prior dog had passed. We weren’t sure we wanted another. Then a cinnamon-colored puppy named Lychee was the last one left at the Cape Ann Animal Shelter.
Every tool we make has to do more than one job. Lucinda on where that rule came from, the Super Spoon, and a 100-year-old potato masher called a Beetle.
A dish from Al Forno in Providence that Lucinda never forgot, and finally made from memory twenty years later: creamy double corn polenta with a crater of tomatoes on top.
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