It occurred to me today that we missed a major window of opportunity with Izzy. She has this new thing—when she sees me coming from a distance, she comes up along side me, catches stride and then lunges a few feet ahead in a swan dive/belly up maneuver. How can you not stop to stoop […]
Tag: fall soup
Sunflower Flax Bread and Leek Soup
The walls and the furniture have become easels. My mother in law and I are painting the place like Bohemians. I love how color sabotages the ordinary. I am cursed by an eye-condition that only allows me thirty minutes at best in a day to paint fine detail before my vision collapses. The brevity of […]
Potato Soup
My mother recently acquired a plant from a hippie gardening cult in Portland, Oregon—these are my roots, people, proud of em—and she named it after me: “Rachie.” Why? I have no idea. Then she said it looked like a Lord of the Rings plant, cunning and mischievous “like it might organize all the other […]