Music and Cats

Sunday afternoon, I stopped by the Alberg Farm cherry truck to pick up a few pounds of their wonderful cherries. Next to the overflowing boxes of deep red bings and blushing golden Rainiers was a smaller box of bright, almost translucent, red cherries. The handlettered sign read: Pie Cherries, $6 a pound.
I had never […]

I believe that I still remember how to string words together into sentences, and perhaps even paragraphs, and I intend to do some of that today. First, though, I must go deal with all of the abundance that I just brought home from the Ballard Farmers Market to my (soon-to-be-demolished) kitchen.