A fable on onions from The Brother’s Karamozov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the translation by Constance Garnett: “You see, Alyosha,” Grushenka turned to him with a nervous laugh. “I was boasting when I told Rakitin I had given away an onion, but it’s not to boast I tell you about it. It’s only a story, but it’s a […]
Category: Pizza
Mushroom Pizza with Sage, Fontina and Parmesan
Amazing, but true—the snow did follow me to the West Coast. First Boston, now this. Woke up with 4 or 5 inches of fresh snow on the hills of Whidbey Island. Magical, but I’ve had enough. Mushroom Pizza with Sage, Fontina, and Parmesan Adapted from Baking Illustrated INGREDIENTS for the Basic Pizza Dough 1/2 cup […]
Margherita Pizza
As I am wont to adjoin my baking exploits to profound philosophical musings, the depth I have to offer today is: Izzy looks like Hungry Hungry Hippo. Busy day, that’s what I got. Margherita Pizza Adapted from Baking Illustrated INGREDIENTS for the Basic Pizza Dough 1/2 cup warm water (about 110°) 1 envelope (2 1/4 […]
Fresh Tomato Pizza with Arugula and Prosciutto
Discovered the Bluffs at Ebey’s Landing this afternoon on a jog that turned into a four-hour wandering on Whidbey Island. The highlight was divining a trail through the half-plowed fields of a farm, cutting my way through bracken and clover to the sea, along the damp rocks of which I found my way home. Fresh […]
Three-Cheese Pizza
Participated in a student reading today at the Whidbey Workshop, always a nerve-wracking experience because of the mother-love one comes to have for their own writing; though my essay may very well be a butt ugly baby, I want the audience to smile and coo at it all the same. I had just such an […]
White Pizza with Spinach and Ricotta
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It is wonderful to be in a green place, the Pacific Northwest, for the holiday. Sometimes a poem can be like a tuning fork for a day, setting a pitch for our thoughts. It seems fitting to let Seamus Heaney’s poem “Oysters” be the note to strike, as I sit on […]
Pizza Bianca with Garlic and Rosemary
The view from here is the Olympic Mountaintops in the dense clouds hanging low over the Puget Sound. Whidbey Island Fort Casey is where I meet annually with my inimitable MFA cohort–an arts colony people like none other, huzzah. Because I am surrounded by lovely words and those who live in whirlwinds to both consume […]