It came late last week, that sweet sound of raindrops on a tin roof. It was a slow, scattered rain that fell on bare, dry soil and so was all the sweeter for its gentle return. The tanks behind the house hold a bit more water, I don’t over-analyze every sink full of dishwater, and…
When I started developing this recipe I wanted the bread to have a good full day’s fermentation, be flexible in its timing so that I could work it around my schedule and not the other way around, and develop that lovely sandwich loaf structure without intensive kneading. This last thing was key because I have…
October 16, 2015 The broom weed is waste-high and their hands squeeze tight as I help the girls navigate through the tiny yellow flowers that breeze past their eyes. The mesquite leaves are beginning to cover the walkways, masking the cracks in the soil that I once thought only existed in faraway places. We still…
One of my earliest childhood memories with my own Mama involves sitting on a counter top, grating the giant zucchini from the garden. I couldn’t have been more than four or five and not much bigger than the zucchinis themselves. I so often wonder which of the happenings of these full and busy days they…
