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The last pumpkin from the garden has been baked, skinned, and is awaiting the food processor to be pureed. Then into a batter, for a hopefully not bitter batter with a bit of butter. Mixed, put in the oven, I hope to transform that final pumpkin into a pleasant pumpkin bread as its final foray.
K.I.S.S , Keep It Simple, Stupid!
A friend and I stopped into a bakeshop cum coffee emporium the other day. The coffee was so so, but the crumb cake was unbelievable. It was almost as good as what we used to get at that little bakery on Charles Street in Boston. Then the conversation started, and the subject turned once again …
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Chip carving is an ancient and elegant style of carving. It's also, in my opinion, one of the easiest entry points for beginners to learn how to carve.
planning pays huge dividends
At the beginning of every fall, there is a specific ritual for the lighting of the woodstove. It's comfort rather than necessity. And the fire is laid carefully, almost hesitantly. Like I'd forgotten how it's done in the few months between May and October. But by the end of the month, there is a routine …
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They were tiny hulls, hand-carved with small masts and yards—little clippers, frigates, and schooners. My father-in-law, the Cap'n, laughed and said they were toys. My first wife smiled adoringly at her father. Only my mother-in-law picked one up, held it under the light, and smiled encouragingly. But she said nothing. She never disagreed with her …
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When I began college, it was as a night school student, not as a daytime student. And I could not afford to live in a dorm or an apartment. I was living in a small house in front of the big loft building where my old carving studio had been. The little two-room building offered …
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The Sevens? We called the group crash house "The Folkie Palace". It was a third-floor one-bedroom apartment on Boston's Grove Street. In those days, it was a sort of working-class neighborhood. There were workers from the nearby hospitals, refugees from the urban renewal in Boston's West End, and folkies. Folkies like me and my friends. …
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I dropped out of high school to major in pool at a local pool hall, and later matriculated for advanced study in guitar at some of the most disepitomable bistros and coffeehouses in New York City's Greenwich Village. And yet, despite that, I later moved on to a university education. Credit Where Credit is Due …
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