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11 November
They left their youth for the hope of something they didn’t understand but believed Their names are carved in stone, -their bodies and blood fed our fields. The wind carries…
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A Sneaky Persimmon
This afternoon I wandered out to my friends’ olive orchard, where one sunburst persimmon tree—heavy with golden fruit—stood like a jeweled guest among the silver leaves. Arnelle had just cut…
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Learning from the Master
It looks like a lesson in making cookies, yet it is something older—how care becomes action, how time teaches through hands. My granddaughter follows, not knowing she is tracing a…
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French Earthen Vessels
In the south of France, every kitchen had pottery, especially confit pots. The confit pot- glazed in sun-worn ochre, green or brown tucked in a corner near the hearth. The confit…
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Guess Where These Two Pickles Are?
and how many candies have they had!
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Dinner Simple – Home After a Week on the Go
When comfort calls and sleep is louder — When your heart breathes itself quiet and the day slips from your skin Bread, a chunk of cheese, a cup of tea-…
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Last Group of the Year ❤️
The last group of the year has come and gone, leaving echoes of laughter, clinking glasses, and friendships. Each group that joins me here in Provence brings its own rhythm,…
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All That We Have
Life is running alongside us begging us to take hold, literally feeding us with all it has surrounding us with an invisible yet visible bountiful blanket. How easy it is…
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A New Cicada in Town
Cicadas Financier that’s a first! A financier is a small, rich French almond cake with a moist, buttery texture and a slightly crisp edge. It’s made primarily with almond flour…
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