Ripe

Ripe

“What’s your favorite fruit?” Without needing to think, I answer, “Peaches. “ But peaches are a sometime thing. Some years good, others frustrating. So when they are good, I rejoice all over again. Sometimes peaches ripen almost before I’m ready. Then I make my...
Blueberries for Sally

Blueberries for Sally

In my childhood, blueberries were always a summer fruit. Only a summer fruit. Now I see them in the supermarket every time I go.   Oh, if you were lucky, you might go picking in some rural or country location; I never found this as romantic an activity as...
The Mother Dish

The Mother Dish

I was making potato salad for my family’s Mother’s Day get-together when the thought surfaced. Was there ever a time I didn’t know how to make potato salad? . . . Surely there must have been a first time. But I don’t remember one, let alone ever consulting a recipe. I...
Peaches

Peaches

Ripe, glowing in the sun: peaches on the windowsill. Pick them up, nest the furry spheres in your palms. Now place all the peaches in a pottery bowl, in the embrace of fired earth, and from a shrilling kettle pour boiling water over, occasionally tapping the fruit...

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