Archive | February, 2012

Back To The Farm – First Video Blog

So…click on this link for my first video. What A Girl Eats at Riley’s Farm. I have been a bit lax in posting. Saturdays are my busy days. I get up early and cook all day. I try to bang out three dishes and photograph two sometime before 2 pm. Last weekend we were at Riley’s [...]

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Winter Soup With Tortellini And Pistou

Spencer calls me the “Soup Nazi” after the Seinfeld episode of the same name. Probably because I could eat soup just about every day except during the summer, and that’s when I switch to gazpacho. I’m not sure why one would need to have canned soup on hand, since making it from scratch is so fast [...]

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Ode To A Tree

Trees I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in [...]

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Pasadena Pinot Fest

Pasadena PinotFest

  Last Saturday, our friends, Mike and Wendy, joined us at the Altadena Town and Country Club for the 4th Annual Pasadena PinotFest. Pasadena PinotFest, sponsored by Noir Food and Wine, lasts for a couple of weeks from late January to mid February. This was my first “fest”. Proceeds from  Saturday’s event all go towards Hathaway-Sycamores, one [...]

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Some Romantic Evening

After that first, I-think-I’m-falling-in-love-with-you, bouquet of hot-house roses, that point where you begin to feel that the, “your and my money“, might turn into “our” money, really expensive flowers seem a bit of a waste to me. Does this make me un-romantic? Maybe. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers, but I’m perfectly satisfied with [...]

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I’d Like To Get You On A Slow Boat To China

My dad and I couldn’t help singing that old tune, traveling on a slow boat, down the Li river the summer of ’87. China had opened its arms to Western tourists just a few years prior. I remember thinking that it was a country poised on the edge of democracy, yearning for capitalism. I’d had [...]

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