Summer Menu

The weekend menu has focused on foods at hand — gobs of tomatoes and basil from the garden, a basket of peaches from a friend and a basket of figs from another friend. The transformation: Bruschetta with feta cheese on toasted whole wheat bread Peach cobbler And...

110. Really.

We’ve reached the point of the year when I become a crying, whiny mess of a Phoenician. This weekend the oven decided to go overachiever on us all, cranking it up to 110. Do you know what 110 feels like? It includes: prickly skin, a wet nape of the neck, make-up...

Skid. Thud. Ouch.

I know. It’s gross. You should see my leg; it isn’t any prettier. In an energetic burst of long-weekend-joy, I hit the trails for a mountain run Saturday morning and managed to trip on pretty much the very last rock before reaching the parking lot. I slid....

Garden Art

I know. I know. Another post with tomato photos. Trust me, even I’m getting sick of these. Humor me with one more week of celebrating the joy that is having a mighty little garden.  (How fun is that banana leaf platter my mama bought me when we were in Mexico...

80th

Yesterday was my Grandma Max’s 80th birthday. My dad flew in from Texas, I drove down from Phoenix and my aunt and uncle drove my grandparents in Tucson to McClintock’s for dinner. She was very surprised to see the two of us and thrilled with the...