Lessons While Flying
I ended up sharing what should really be generously called a love seat for the transatlantic flight with Agan, a Bosnian man. He had a much longer trip than me, originating from his home in upstate New York, to DC, to Zurich, to Sarajevo, and then on to his final destination, a town north of Sarajevo a hundred miles, the name of which I did not catch, to visit relatives. It was a full flight and I had a window seat, so one can only hope to share the row ... << MORE >>
Blueberry Muffins
I decided to go with the Joy of Cooking recipe just for the basic-ness of it, instead of the one from the Culinary School of the Rockies (CSR). Just out of the oven, my initial impression was okay, but a bit bland. I was also not impressed with the performance of the muffin liners (never have used those before) and think I’ll stick to good old butter next time...
<< MORE >>Lovejoy's Larder (Part II): reclamation and inspiration
The reclamation has gone in waves. There was a spate of soup-making this winter, bouts of bread-baking, and the ever reliable cookie escapades. I started actually reading some of the cookbooks on the shelf, thumbing through the pages and marveling at the pretty pictures, while trying to be realistic about dishes I might try making. Then my well-intended enthusiasm would wane and I’d be back to take-out and thrown together bits of food eaten while standing up at the counter ...
<< MORE >>Lovejoy’s Larder (Part I): a short history of my love affair with food
Anyone who has spent any amount of significant time with me knows that I take food and eating seriously. If I say, ‘I’m hungry,’ you would be ill advised to stand between me and my acquisition of food. But, food is not merely sustenance. No, food is one of life’s great joys. Like a night of dreamless undisturbed sleep or mind-blowing sex, food fulfills both a basic human need and a decadent desire. As with anything taken seriously, there are a few rules, some guidelines, many preferences, and a backstory . ..
<< MORE >>West Coast Travels
With a few exceptions, this blog has depicted my various travels abroad. Already half-way through 2010, such an opportunity has not presented itself, but that does not mean I’ve been sitting idly in Boulder. In fact, I have been fortunate to make several trips to the West Coast. Cheap flights, family, and an increasing number of friends in the Bay Area makes this an easy justification for a quick getaway...<< MORE >>
A Tribute to Jeanne D. Lovejoy
Today my Mom, Jeanne D. Lovejoy, passed away. We all made it in time to let her know she is loved, she was not alone, and that we would be okay. A memorial was held on Wednesday, 9 December 2009 at the Westbrook, Connecticut Congregational Church. I wanted to say something that anyone who knew her could relate to; something that made people smile, not cry; something that she would have liked. Here's what I said:...
<< MORE >>Home
I came home to the making of a winter wonderland. The long, gray light of dusk and a storm approaching seeped through the plane’s windows as we touched down in Denver. Rain on the drive to Boulder turned to snow by the end of dinner. By the time I curled my weary body between the flannel sheets, large heavy flakes had coated the trees and ground with a wet, sticky sheath of white. I could think of no better welcome home. The snow continued to fall ...
<< MORE >>Bilbao, Bakio, and back to London
If the theme of my trip was the kindness and graciousness extended to me by friends, then Sunday would be the encore. Thanks to a few emails by Leah to her network of Basque friends and family, I was greeted at the bus station by Imanol, a friend of a friend of a friend. We headed directly to the Museo Guggenheim Bilbao, Frank Gehry’s masterpiece and a building I have always wanted to see since it was built in 1997. We spent a fair amount of time walking around the outside ...
<< MORE >>San Sebastian
I arrived in San Sebastian to a mild, damp evening as Matt and Maria walked me from the bus station to their flat near Playa de la Concha. Being that it was late was no deterrent to enjoying bread, cheese, wine, and unas gildas, a pinxto of olives, anchovies, and Guindilla peppera over the dining room table as we exchanged stories in a mixture of English and Spanish. A nightcap of patzaran finished us off in the wee hours of the morning...
<< MORE >>Cambridge
Today, Ray gave me a world-wind tour-by-bike of Cambridge, which seems to be the best and most appropriate way to see the city anyway. We parked at Ray’s son’s house and rode along the river into a stiff headwind laced with pellets of rain. Luckily the rain subsided as we got into town...
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