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Quick Pickled Red Onions

(eye)Lids close, and the projector finds its starting point. You see: The same story. The same one. You do not have to see it again, really. It is written. [And it is over.] And you were there. But it plays again, anyway. Slides clicking, light flicking. What a long time to repeat oneself through the…

Roasted Cherry and Red Pepper Salsa

My dad would have been 69 today. Who knows if he would have made it this far? There is always something. You know, you start to watch the way the light hits things differently over the course of a period of time. That might be the most prominent thing in my experience of this blog.…