A couple of weeks ago I put on an apron and pieced through my pantry.
There was a big jar of brown rice flour and a bag of millet flour. Later I picked up a bag of gluten-free oat flour, hoping the three together would be the right combination.
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I love a good recipe, especially one I’ve committed to memory. I’m busy, like most people, and a lazy cook at the end of the day. Skipping the part where I hunt through a tiny-fonted index and instead beeline for the bottom crisper drawer with a single mind (lentil soup) satisfies me in a way that’s so fundamental, I can’t name it.
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I was sure the Lady Alice apples in the bin were heirlooms. I’d never heard of the red and banana-yellow apple with the well-heeled name before. The card above it said they’re good for eating out of hand and prime for cooking, too. Just as well. I love having a store of versatile cellar fruits around. When I got home I settled them in a mesh bag in the vegetable drawer to keep them separated from the Fujis, and the Fuji eaters.
Yesterday I pulled them from beneath a bag filled with parsley and mint and did a quick search online.
Lady Alice, as it turns out, is something of a toddler in the apple world. To thousands of years of apple cultivation, she has about twenty-five; she is to the world of apples akin to what humans are to the history of Earth (if you’ll excuse an unsound analogy).
The Lady Alices are held back for several months after harvest because their flavor improves in storage. That’s why I saw them only last week, and why they’ll disappear again in awhile, like any seasonal produce.
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Last night I was sitting on a concrete floor, getting a kiss from a big sweetie of a dog.
My husband called the pup over while I sat in the chair, listening to a shelter volunteer read bits of the dog’s history from a thick folder in front of her. Then he’d ask a question and I’d sink to the floor again, call to the dog and try to persuade her to give up her stuffed toy. By the end of the evening, she’d abandon it readily and wait for me to play with her.
After our visit I’m trying to figure out if the big dog I’m imagining is this dog.
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