It's a rainy day in Virginia. The bread's rising. I've downed my third hot beverage of the day, written a letter, and sat in the rocking chair. The cat thinks he wants to go out. Seems like time to dig through my photos and remember some of my California adventures (which are not over, sigh).
A good crumb of flaky flaky pie crust.
Note the "no charge" for my soup bone. Another reason to love Bi-Rite.
That soup bone made the stew so velvety, so deep.
A pantry mishap. The same blackberry wine now stays in its bottle to age, having learned the value of restraint after sowing its wild oats in its effervescent youth.