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þe parfait poete
08 June 2011
Happiness is ...
... the first few radishes from the garden (served thinly sliced and salted, on a thick slice of buttered baguette) ...
... and an unguarded smile from a puddle on the counter top (discovered randomly by my husband).
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Alaskan-born and -bred. I've lived
in Massachusetts, Egypt, Morocco,
Los Angeles, and now Connecticut, where I am studying Old English and Old Irish literature and trying desperately to keep cooking.
I cook and I eat; I love cheese, leafy greens, chocolate, stone fruit, and noodles. (And beer, of course!)
I spend my spare moments writing, reading, cooking, or thinking about (at least) one of those topics.
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