Happy birthday, happy spring

Gabe's Magic SauceCalifornia turns golden (Kyle insists on calling it “brown”) by late spring, but right now, oh things are green around here. Last week we celebrated the equinox, and the official arrival of the spring. That same day – March 20th – would have been my mom’s 63rd birthday. In an unexpected alignment of so many things I love, I was able to celebrate with Dan and Gabe and our families, and with my Aunt Linna and my Uncle Lance. (And also with Gabe’s World-Famous Chimichurri Sauce. More on that in a minute.)  Continue reading

Ebb and flow

low tideFor a while, the only thing they wanted for snack was Nutty Numbers. Jacob made them at school, and the recipe was so easy that I almost didn’t believe it would work. So we tried it – it worked, as well I suppose as any “pretzel” made with wheat germ and an entire stick of butter will. And then, for many days, snack was Nutty Numbers. Continue reading

Here comes the sun

bitter orangesWhen I read Luisa’s post on seville orange marmalade, her description of the tantalizing aroma in her apartment as the oranges cooked down took me straight back to December: orange peel candying on the stove and a house that smelled bright, sunny, freshly picked. Orange is one of my very favorite smells: citrus in general has a good showing in that category, but oranges take the winning spot over most anything, most days. It has been said a million times, but it is truth: oranges smell like sunshine would smell, if it only could.  Continue reading