Of Carrots and Things

Never bolt your door with a boiled carrot. Irish Proverb A memory, augmented and tempered by time … and carrots. I close my eyes and scraps of the past flicker through my mind. The last carrot rasped against the finest “teeth” on the four-sided grater, orangy juice pooling slowly into a small puddle in the … More Of Carrots and Things

Election Cakes

Leafing through some files the other night, I came upon these recipes, squirreled away for some future use. It’s late in the game — the 2008 election is over and others have blogged this, no doubt — but I think that those of you who eat, drink, and obsess as much over politics as you … More Election Cakes