Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.
On a cold night, a warm bowl of creamy polenta fills every inch of my body with comfort. The sweet corn pairs so perfectly with the flavor of smoked ham hocks, parmesan cheese, crispy bacon, and tomato sauce that my mouth begs for more. I made the first batch on a chilly Wednesday night, but […]
Tomatoes don’t last forever. The garden winds down in October. The tomatoes hang on valiantly. But, when darkness begins to settle in early, there’s little hope that the green tomatoes hanging on dried, twisted, emaciated branches will ever turn red. The garden has given up the last of the tomatoes. Jill took down the old […]
On Sunday I woke up at 2 AM to take care of my twin boys. While I managed to catch a short nap or two between giving them a bottle, the fogginess of the morning promised to stay with me. As much as I love sleepy Sunday mornings spent with the boys, I needed a […]
I tend to think of the meal in the middle of the day on Sunday as dinner. It’s said as if it was just one thought, “Sunday Dinner”. Sundaydinner. I find it nearly impossible to say the word lunch on Sunday. For many Californians, this habit may sound odd. The meal in the middle of […]
Farmers come in from around the Bay Area, Sacramento Valley, and the San Joaquin Valley to sell fresh produce at the El Cerrito Farmer’s Market every week. The market opens at 9 AM and closes at 1 PM on Tuesdays and Saturdays. As the summer winds down, the late season plums make their final appearances. […]