The September issue of fête is out, which concludes that brief chapter of my life titled “Bratwurst.” (See August 22 posting.) Curiously, after so much sturm and not a little bit of drang, the payoff seems piddling. Definitely anticlimactic. My reaction to the piece this morning after not having seen it for a couple of […]
Think of a person you’ve known all your life. Somebody you like. Or love. The kind of person you can be with and say nothing for hours on end or say whatever comes to mind. Now imagine that you’re having a conversation with this person and a nice enough, obviously well meaning relationship expert interrupts […]
Without doing any research, I’m going to guess that home canning came into existence in the early 1900’s and reached its zenith around the middle of the last century. The emphasis on sterilization seems very Depression Era to me. It also — the act of canning, I mean — seems very wholesome. Very solid. White […]
