Crows on a crane

Though we moved into our gut-renovated home in mid-May, we are still a long way from being completely moved in. The pace has unraveled and the loose ends are the ones hardest to tie up and tuck away. (Lamps to hang, switches to rewire, walls to repaint, a swatch of oiled floor in need of a redo, a drain cover to replace, a doorknob to mount, curtains to hem—the fabric for which has not even been selected.)

Outside our windows, a construction site roars from 7am every day. The noise and dust are tedious and unbearable in turns. But the screams of heavy machinery and the crane’s in-your-face arc are a fitting witness to our own unfinished, unsettled construction.

But then evening comes, quiet settles in, birds take charge, Anker falls asleep. And home feels like home again (or, maybe, for the first time ever).

Photo taken by the author on June 25, 2016, at 20:47 in the evening in Warsaw’s Mokotów with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT fitted with the 200mm/f2.8 L-series lens.

Photo taken by the author on June 25, 2016, at 20:47 in the evening in Warsaw’s Mokotów with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT fitted with the 200mm/f2.8 L-series lens.

Halfway to twelve

Photo taken by the author on June 12, 2016, at 20:29 in the evening in Warsaw’s Mokotów with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT fitted with the 200mm/f2.8 L-series lens. Underexposed to show moon surface detail.

Photo taken by the author on June 12, 2016, at 20:29 in the evening in Warsaw’s Mokotów with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT fitted with the 200mm/f2.8 L-series lens. Underexposed to show moon surface detail.

My son turned six today and the moon was a half-lit wonder, spelling out six in the language of that clock-faced master of time.

Six, in this case, is everything that came before a summer’s countdown to the first day of first grade. Six, for us, is most of the tears he’ll cry in my arms and most of the nights he has wound up in my bed. It is learning to sit, eat, walk, ride a bike, ski, read, brush teeth and fend for himself while I have a lie-in on a Saturday. For me, in turn, six is what followed the long stretch of youth that preceded my life as I know it. 

But six is just half of twelve, says the moon, as if to remind me that nothing wonderful is over.

Article two in Magazyn Wino

This time, it’s all about jam making—and it’s as much about why we make jam as it is about technique. Editor in Chief Tomek Prange-Barczyński has added a section on pairing fruit conserves with wine and cheese and I’ve included recipes for three of my favorite kinds of preserves (strawberry with a smidge of rhubarb, blackcurrant, sour cherry).

Long-time readers (including and possibly not limited to my mother) will note this is a topic I’ve explored in the past.

I wish I had it in me to say more, but I’m overwhelmed with the big move. Yes, the apartment is nearly done. Yes, it all cost twice as much as I expected and took twice as long to complete. Anker and I have physically moved in, but we are still a long way from being done moving in. I am consumed with order-lust and a perfectionist’s anxious arrival in the reality of something long-coming. All I can do to keep my blog on a lifeline is plop in the pic I finally snapped today and back-date this beast so it looks like I posted something in May.

Now... back to arranging books by both topic and format under the cover of night.

A jubilant début in Magazyn Wino

After a lifetime’s fascination with food (or, one can hope, half a lifetime’s...) and apparently enough food-writing practice on my own blog, I’m delighted to report on my new partnership with Poland’s premier wine culture bimonthly, Magazyn Wino. Working closely with the editors of this eminent publication, I will be creating texts and images celebrating the lesser-known side of simple ingredients and fundamental techniques.

The first story, pictured, delves deep into what most people probably don’t know about potatoes. The next one will take on a full season’s worth of jam making basics (and the ones to follow are still in development).

It’s a big honor and a tremendous learning opportunity—and one hell of a reason for me to raise a glass.