I'm reading The Secret Garden for the first time in something like twenty years. It was given to me by my aunt. She has always lived terribly far away: it came in the post in a box wrapped in brown paper. It was the first book I ever read that contained such a limited number of pictures. There was a solemnity to the object, then, before I ever read ( Read more... )

Thus far I have two favourite markets in town that specialize in local foods. One is the new Pumpkin Market at 17th and South, and the other is a fantastic stand at the Reading Terminal Market. It was at that stall that I found something I'd been hoping to come across: sea salt. Coming from Maine it isn't local, but it is regional, and it's ( Read more... )

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