Poetry in Stride

When I was a kid, I used to sometimes make lunch for myself according to what I thought went with the book I was reading at the time. I suppose it was a way to steep even more in a world I was enjoying. If I’m honest, I still do that sometimes. That aspect of…

The Marvel of Malus domestica

A delight of mine for the last while is a return to the local farmers market that had been my 7 AM go-to every Saturday. Like everything else, the experience is now different—no lingering, little in the way of coffee, fewer vendors, etc. However, a meander through continues to be a source of culinary inspiration…