Homemade Pasta

August 10, 2010

A couple of nights ago, I cranked semolina dough through the rollers of the pasta machine, as I pressed the phone receiver between my ear and shoulder and talked with my eldest son. I heard noise in the background. My son called back to a guy nearby who was harassing him for talking on the phone too long. Read the rest of this entry »

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An Avocado

April 23, 2010

Scooping avocado into my salad, I remembered the first time I experienced that fruit. I was sixteen, babysitting a ten-year-old boy named Zach and his little sister Sierra. Read the rest of this entry »