• Kitchen

    Finding freedom in steamed pasta

    When working at home, especially alone, the duties of working and feeding oneself must become integrated. In this article, we'll explore the radical concept of cooking dry pasta like rice, by steaming in an ordinary saucepan -- a culinary heresy that promises to finally free us from the burden of the boiling pot.

  • Culture,  History

    Revenge of the wrong-side mailbox

    There are two classes of rural homes: those with a mailbox on the same side of the road, and those with a mailbox on the other. As if in passive resistance to suburban sprawl, even a long-demolished farmhouse can haunt its unwanted descendants by "locking in" the side on which mail delivery occurs.

  • Kitchen

    The insistent bounty of the mini pumpkin

    I can only speculate as to what I was thinking when, halfway through a rushed, early-pandemic visit to the local hardware store, I purchased a packet of mini-pumpkin seeds. I walked in wearing my own improvised covering of furnace filter material, held in place by a bent length of Romex and two rubber bands.

  • History

    Waiting at Field, B.C. – Part Two

    In a previous post, we explored the first part of a photo album that chronicled a young woman's journey to and from the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition in 1909. Our traveler, who remains unidentified, then returned to her life in pre-war New York, where she worked at the Brooklyn Public Library from at least 1910 to 1918, presumably as a librarian.

  • History

    Waiting at Field, B.C.

    There is something tragic about a set of personal photos that are abandoned by those who loved them, and are later found offering themselves to a stranger for a low price. For a treasured album to be found anywhere but in the care of a family member suggests that, perhaps, something did not go according to plan.

  • Design,  History

    The pageant of the unopened page

    What is a book? Opinions vary. Some believe that a book is simply a collection of written content, independent of the medium by which it is distributed. Others, like me, feel that the medium definitely needs to be in there, somewhere.

  • History

    Loma de Oro

    Among the slides was a gorgeous color Kodachrome, showing my still-teenage mother striking a pose on the doorstep of what seemed to be a motel of some sort, named Loma de Oro. But it was an apartment, not a hotel, in 1953 San Diego's Golden Hill.