alchemy


I am listening to a new mix I made and cooking right now. This is my favorite kind of cooking: using whatever vegetables I have around to make something I invent as I go along. I am a very casual cook – it is either an exception to my personality or evidence that I am not quite as anal as the world has decided I am. I love to cook without recipes and even when I follow them I rarely measure carefully or obey to the letter. This was no doubt learned by osmosis from my mother, who is a spectacular and very self-guided cook. She can whip up a feast from what others would deem an empty refrigerator, in 20 minutes flat, all the while having a sparkling conversation over a glass of wine. She is an icon of effortless cooking and entertaining. My productions are not as delicious as hers (today it looks like I am winding up with a chard, zucchini, and shallot gratin with parmesan – jury is out on how it tastes). In the kitchen, I am proud to say I am truly my mother’s daughter.

Grace aloft

We had the most wonderful mellow morning. Grace and I took Whit to a birthday party and then wandered around, playing with a friend, climbing trees, skipping on the rocks in the sprinkler rocks by the Harvard Science Center. She climbed up very high in this tree and wanted to go higher. This was as close to a perfect Saturday morning as I can remember.


Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing, and which shirking pain, misses happiness as well. No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having once in a lifetime ‘let out all the length of all the reins’. – Mary Cholmondeley

You can tell time by what I’m drinking:

7am-8am Starbucks venti nonfat latte

8am-4pm Diet Coke, ideally lime or else regular

4pm-9pm white wine on the rocks

throughout: water from a reused Evian bottle, the plastic of which is apparently going to cause the cancer that will kill me.