I seem to be on some sort of Norah Jones kick these days. I may or may not be spending way too much time on Pandora lately. Some artists have food voices. Norah is one. Her voice is a peach. A fresh, ripe peach. Right off the tree, on a hot shimmery afternoon in August.Continue Reading

Sunday is my baking day. Not my only baking day, you understand, but my favorite one by far. I get home from church, kick off my shoes, and don the cute plaid apron. Wha-BAM! The flour starts flying. But, you know… in a peaceful, Sunday sort of way. Sunday afternoons are just about the loveliestContinue Reading