Decadent

360/365
8:01 p.m.

Two words: Creme.Brulee.

Allium Sativum

354/365
6:19 p.m.

Castley Goodness

353/365
12:09 p.m.

Oh my. Our neighbors delivered this absolutely delicious buttery pound cake with the perfect amount of slightly caramelized powered sugar. Again, oh my.

Compulsion

279/365
5:36 p.m.

You know that anticipation on Thanksgiving? The house starts off cool and empty and harsh with the child-like clanging of getting pots and pans out of cabinets. In small increments, the house builds warmth, and the chatter and movement and cinnamon-sage scented air swirls in tenderly blown circles around the encompassing energy. When the turkey slides out all golden and sizzling and Momentous, the collective ooohs and ahhs inevitably draws someone with a camera to capture this year's cardinal platter. Then, really, what do you do with that picture? Do you go back through 20 photographs of holiday turkeys? Does it invoke the memory of the day, the people, the warmth? Or is it a pass-by shot, building to the sum of its Thanksgiving parts?

I internally groan at the cliche' of photographing said item. But here I am, not even a holiday, where the chicken emerges all golden and sizzling and Momentous, and our collective oohs and ahhs inevitably encourages dash for the camera. Doubt I'll remember that it was stuffed with lemon and garlic and tarragon. Or that Jack and his friend were buzzing around capturing spiders in the basement. Or that John came home talking about a meeting at work. Or Charlie ever-so-quietly discovering access to leftover Halloween candy. Here it is nonetheless, and I can remember the scent, the warmth, and that the normalcy of the day is full of love, cliche' and all.

Eggcellent

232/365
8:23 a.m.

Guest photo: John

Rice Is Nice

236/365
5:52pm

Originally, this was more of a photo shot with the steam bulldozing it's way out of the rice cooker, but, sadly, there is more technique to capturing water molecules bursting out of a canon than I was fully aware. So, now it's more of a dinner image...more partial process than the product.

Ginger-Scallion Tofu with Brown Basmati Rice, and devoured by all four household members.

Not Peaches

226/365
5:46pm

Nectarines. Oh, so summer.

Waiting for Ripe-itude

218/365
5:32pm

Not ready. But waiting. Soon.

Sustenance

206/365
6:23pm

Who would have thought a July day would be perfect to simmer Minestrone for two hours? Sixty-five and and seven hours of hypnotic rain. Again. However, there is something damn near magical about making food that was picked from the earth four days ago.