The hot golden sun meandered lower in the sky, like a ball of butter being pierced by the jagged peaks of the mountains. In the kitchen of the Crazy Bee I readied to give the third and last cooking class in the fish and sauces series to my student, Rudolph.
I took my morning walk down the hill to perfect little Edwards, Colorado to sit by the Eagle River. While Erick and Kayla are in Japan, Rich and I are house-sitting and loving and watching Odin, Erick's dear golden retriever!
It's definite a bit chilly, sitting in the shade, but this is easier on the eyes when looking at the computer.
I haven't blogged in a while and so I apologize for leaving you in a lurch of leeks or a gulch of gnocchi-- where are you and where have you found yourself these past few months?
The Baron in the Trees by Italo Calvino is a little weird, fantastic, and strange adventure!
Why did I take so wildly to Calvino's captivating story world in the trees? I had to sit down at the base of chestnut tree to figure it out. Trees have been both my friend and my enemy. They scared the ever loving crepe myrtle out of me during Hurricane Fran. But once we cleared away the gracious and terrifying fallen oaks, we built C'est si Bon! Cooking School.
