Month: March 2008

How fabulous is this bin of goodness that arrived today (and biweekly)? I get excited just thinking about the various things I can make with all of this produce. I spent an hour this afternoon making homemade stock that I turned into chicken noodle soup (from a roast chicken from Monday), and am already scheming beet and spinach items for the weekend. The zucchini is out of control but maybe I’ll make another batch of muffins. I need to put celery on my “no thank you” list for Boston Organics – I mean, WHO eats celery? What to do with it?
I adore the alchemy of cooking, the transformation of disparate ingredients into something whole and delicious. More on this later. Going to sleep!

A day of happy minutiae. Picked up the Subaru this morning with Anastasia along for the ride, then coffee with Natalie, then Whit’s first dentist appointment. He was not such a fan of the dentist, repeatedly turning away from the lovely young hygienist with a polite-and-yet rude squeal of “NO THANK YOU!” Unlike his pleaser sister (and mother), the promise of a sticker and the dentist’s approval was not enough to force him back into the chair. This little rabble-rouser cares not at all about following the rules, about the world’s approval. Long years ahead, I can see it now.
Grace spent the morning at the Science Museum with Jake Elkins. I went for a run around Fresh Pond which was a lovely way to be out in the bright spring day. In the afternoon I made homemade chicken noodle soup, IMed with Lacy for a while, and then headed down by foot to meet Alison and Bouff at Christopher’s. Delightful wine & chicken fingers (and buffalo tofu for Bouff) and now home in couch in pj pants while children sleep. Am going to head to bed before too long with my book.
Sweet dreams all!

Been this kind of couple of days – bright sun, floating clouds, vague gloominess. Can’t quite shake my offness, but am not sure where it’s from. The undertow has felt strong, lately, and I’m relating to that sense of being an open wound walking around that Michelle Williams described.

Photo taken this morning in Marion. I was driving home from an emergency Diet Coke trip to Cumberland Farms (I am a true addict) and pulled over to photograph the empty harbor. The sun was sparkling on the water and the day was crisp and clear and beautiful. I simply adore this harbor. On the subject of the ocean, I read a line today in the NYT magazine that really sounded familiar to me. It was a review of Marion Cotillard’s (I am counter-cultural in that I LOVED her Gaultier Oscar dress – someone should be rewarded for taking a risk!) performance of Edith Piaf in La Vie En Rose. The reviewer described the performance as having “a deep undertow of sadness” and this is a good way, I think, of describing my own psyche, much of the time. Sea metaphors have always spoken to me, and I know the sense of something pulling me, towards melancholy.