Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Alas, the kiss of summer has finally graced the tender cheeks of the Pacific Northwest. The inhabitants here seem suddenly more jovial. The sun has a tendency to bring out the laughter, smiles and light-heartedness in even the most resistant. One tends to frolic as rays radiate down to warm one’s every footstep. How heavenly it must have been for our ancestors, following a rain-drenched and wind-trodden winter, to welcome the bliss of summer’s warmth and cast eyes upward toward an azure sky contrasting hills of evergreen. There is no place more beautiful in the summer than the Pacific Northwest.
Monday, July 19, 2010
There are certain traditions one experiences as a child growing up here in the Pacific Northwest. An area surrounded by water, some areas from side to side, many live upon the memories of digging for clams on nearby beaches, motoring out on flat-bottom boats to retrieve crab pots after a day of playful waiting or trolling through inland waters, pole in hand, in pursuit of the day’s catch. These moments are the building blocks of memories, which we carry through a lifetime. They offer stories to be shared with the generations from our loins who carry on the future. They embellish one with a deeper understanding of the mysteries of nature and the transient existence life ultimately extends.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Dutch Babies. I have made pancakes for him since he can remember…I have been making them since I can remember. The first time I successfully engineered a batch of griddle cakes on my own was around age 6. I have developed various variations throughout the years, but this version far surpasses any of its predecessors. The apple essence of the cider is detectable in not only the flavor, but the fragrance and complements in balanced perfection the undertone of buckwheat. The slight dash of cinnamon enhances both and weaves reminisces of home into each tender morsel.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Roses have been a lure representative of love and seduction for centuries. Dating back to ancient times, potions made of roses have been associated with love spells and enchantments. When added to potions and recipes, it was believed rose petals evoked dreams of one’s own true love. Perhaps that is why many view the simplicity of a single long-stemmed red rose as the icon of true love. Roses have been long associated with the Goddess and they are believed to attract faeries to the gardens in which they grow. The correlation between roses and sacredness carries through the Middle Ages, when rose hips were used by those of the Catholic faith to create rosaries, an object utilized to count the number of their prayers.