L made coq a vin, and the usual thousand side dishes. I made marzipan squares (fail), tiny cookies, and and individual marmalades from three types of Berkeley Bowl-sourced kumquats.
Virginia Woolf said, "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction." After five years of shared kitchens, I'm finally back in my own space. One hundred and seventeen square feet of butter-tiled, oak floored hearth on Lexington Street, in San Francisco's Mission district. A Wedgewood stove, eleven Le Creuset pots, a Meyer lemon tree, and the pleasure of breaking my own dishes.