“I’m so excited for you to meet my trees,” my daughter Molly said as she greeted me in the front yard of her new apartment. We had come to Minneapolis to help her move, but she had already taken care of, well, everything, except the assembly of a new bed and she did most of [...]
On a kitchen table that had seen so many culinary triumphs (mostly at the hands of my offspring), my daughter Molly notched another big one as the last hours ticked away from a tumultous year. Ignoring, or maybe inspired by, all the tumult around her, Molly sat down and serenely rolled, cut, stuffed and folded [...]
Does anyone else remember how good the Grand Avenue Mall used to smell back in the ‘80s when it was fresh and new and the perfect place through which a poor college student could follow her nose? I do. I remember exactly how good Au Bon Pain smelled back in the 80s because my whole [...]
Some seasons seem to pass more quickly than others, maybe because they are so sweet. Cherry season, for instance, rolls in gently on a cloud of soft, pink petals, produces bright red bursts of tasty fruit and disappears too soon, leaving behind an ordinary tree -- still sturdy, still useful, but far less interesting. Houses [...]
We all do just about anything Molly asks us to do because she bakes us tasty things. So, when she asked us to help her recreate Edward Hopper's Nighthawks last night, we agreed. (It helped that she had just plied us with a really tasty Cinco de Mayo meal of pork carnitas.) Hopper's Nighthawks eloquently [...]