I lived in a small, two bedroom walk-up apartment with various roomies on a street called Hope.
I used to be an artist model back in those days. It was one of my most favorite jobs I ever had and though I spent many an hour freezing what-my-momma-made-me off and developing the crackitiest, creakitiest of joints, spending my days as one was great.
I modeled at the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) and at the Providence Art Club as well. But my most favorite place to work was with a private painting group of mostly older ladies at Lippitt Farm, a sprawling private estate at the edge of country of Tony J’s, an amazing artist and RISD instructor who hosted them there. Continue reading →
It’s October 2014 and there’s a whole lot to love.
For starters, Sean Brock’s new book, Heritage, which just came out this month. Let’s just say it makes me want nothing more than to grab my husband, hightail it down to Charleston, camp out on Sean’s back steps and hope he feeds us.
(Not before putting his book on my Christmas wish list, of course).
We hold our breath, afraid that if we blink a few too many times — due to the what-the-what-is-that?! blinding orb in the sky — we might miss it.
It arrives crazy-fashionably late, like a flaxen-haired princess on the back of a chariot. All too soon, her ride turns the corner and we find ourselves holding a half-eaten corn dog and nothing but a faint, Vitamin-D memory of her. Continue reading →
It’s the day of the week when the Lawn People come to tend to my apartment complex’s green stuff.
They descend upon it like a swarm of weed-whacking locusts and hang out from 8:00am – 3:00pm to drive me nuts, and make me want to go jiu jitsu on the next nearest living thing.
They add to the already omnipresent noise of yowling little toddler residents, and the frenzied “Go potty, come on, go potty, go potty…don’t eat that!” of dog-crazy people waiting for their dogs to poop just below my kitchen window.
I know that the Lawn People are here to at least make things pretty for me, but it all just makes me want to go ballistic. Continue reading →
Today we’re continuing to count down — or in this case, up — to my top 15 things every small kitchen cook must have to have fun and make magic in the beautiful, bitty kitchens they’ve got.
Maestro, drum-roll please!
Our next five!
6. Fresh herbs. ‘Cause, simply put, you can’t beat ’em. And you don’t need a garden, much space, or even a green thumb. I have a thirty-five square-foot apartment balcony, a thumb that’s light green at best, and it’s a jungle (and my haven) out there. Make one on yours.
A big part of Small Kitchen Chronicles is for and about the small kitchen cook, as well as cooking and living big in the small spaces we’ve got.
So, it’s always the perfect time to talk about great, small kitchen must-haves.
Though it’s a very personal thing, here is my Top 15 List of things this small kitchen cook can’t live without.
So, without further adieu…
Christina’s first five!
1. Good, quality ingredients, preferably organic, local and in-season. If you buy anything, this is what you should spend your hard-earned change on. A pauper can live (and cook) like a king on quality over quantity. Even if it’s in an aluminum pan, it’ll make all the difference.
Okay, it’s official. Summer’s here and it’s just about the time when I start thinking about all things refreshing.
Visions of lemonade and dancing lemons fill my head and then inevitably, I get to thinking how much I love the humble, little lemon.
It’s sunny face smiles back at me no matter what time of the year it is, and no matter how dreary it can get here in the Pacific Northwest, I know there’s always a bit of sunshine waiting for me in the fridge. Continue reading →