A vibrant wild rice salad with sautéed rainbow chard and shallots, dried cherries, pepitas, and blood orange rounds, drizzled with a pink-hued blood orange vinaigrette.
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Late September is a good time to enjoy golden afternoons. To mark the moment, the girls and I have been picnicking in our own backyard. Our latest outing featured only a thermos of spiced hibiscus tea, plums, and apples. Still, the girls were thrilled to help me pack the picnic basket, place our blanket in the grass, and arrange the goodies. [Read more…]
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On Tuesday morning, both my daughters hopped onto a big yellow school bus and I was alone in quiet house with a day stretching out ahead of me – a feeling I’d nearly forgotten. It didn’t take long before the silence and freedom I’d yearned for all summer became overwhelming and I found myself putting off deadlines by scrubbing the bathtub. After a second aimless day, I knew I needed new routines. [Read more…]
When we lived in Brooklyn, February was my time of discontent. Like clockwork, I’d corner Brian, list all the things I hated (basically everything), and suggest that we should leave New York immediately. He’d hear me out and kindly remind me that it was February and I went through this every year. Now, in Charlottesville, my February mood manifests as a more general darkness, a sort of dissatisfaction and gloominess that doesn’t reach the level of inspiring major life changes.
And as usual, the longer days and kinder weather of March have improved my outlook. [Read more…]