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November 20, 2012
Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
January 23, 2014
Hangover Salad
Recipe by Brenda Anderson Photography by Chia Chong Styling by Libbie Summers Wine Pairing by Grapefriend A new hipper hangover salad. Hangover Salad (aka Warm Daikon, Apple and Fried Carrot […]
April 23, 2013
Mama Had a Little Lamb
Words by Andrea Goto Photography by Chia Chong Styling by Libbie Summers Model: Anna Heritage Dad’s shift work at the tissue mill dictated what Mom cooked for dinner. Graveyard called […]
