I allude to the future frequently on Venturing East. Perhaps the rambles of then are my way of cementing the future’s presence, and assuring myself that I am approaching one that won’t like a black hole stretch me thin & gulp me behind its stark black fangs. Writing has always been my way of adding permanence to the abstract. Once in word form, a concept or a wish exits dormancy. Words are a knight’s shield and a king’s royal orders. Continue reading “Summer Squash & Vine Tomato Galette + Rosemary Pea Pesto”
I don’t claim to be an expert on hosting, or laying a table, or homemaking in general. But as with any art, a delicate eye and a willingness to practice until your hands and soul are raw yields improvement. So I started small with supper audienced by merely my mom and myself, as good a company as I need.
Warm, cheesy bread is a godsend after a day of errand running & literal running across a parking lot beneath heavy raindrops. Failing, clothes becoming soaked, goosebumps rising like little hills on your arms from the chill of an AC against wet skin. But bread. It cheers the heart. Continue reading “Cheddar Chive Foccacia”