A Cup of Tea

 A Cup of Tea

Back from a trip, I blow into the house, lugging bags of various shapes and sizes. Now to unpack: distribute this, stash that, put something somewhere, dump laundry into the bin, all the things you do to get yourself back into normal life. Seldom is this an orderly or...
Cara Cara Cake

Cara Cara Cake

The Farmer’s Market on a recent Saturday afternoon, and I’m gazing at the bounty of early January in southern California. What to buy? Which lovely opportunities shall I select from the glowing spectrum before me? Orange, yellow, green, even the rosy blush of blood...
A Taste for Aunts

A Taste for Aunts

In the spirit of Dylan Thomas’ line, “There are always Uncles at Christmas,” this Thanksgiving season, I’m speaking up for Aunts. Specifically, my two Aunt Betty’s and my Aunt Ellen Braithwaite, who have been on my mind as I’ve lived the days leading to this...
Chutney With Vera

Chutney With Vera

When I first came to California in 1968, newly married, I started right in to continue the Thanksgiving traditions I knew from childhood, though one of my first such dinners included turkey cooked at too high a heat and thoroughly dried out; somehow I cobbled together...
Tasting the Apple

Tasting the Apple

Recently I watched as a new friend (we’d just been introduced by a mutual friend), typed in www.sallybuffington.com for the first time—and there were the familiar apples, in the upper left hand corner of the home page. “That’s it!” I said as I saw my name, logo, and...

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