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November 20, 2012
Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
June 21, 2014
A Flower as Flour
Photography by Ashley Woodson Bailey Be one of the lucky 20 and take a flower class with Ashley. Join Ashley Woodson Bailey for a morning of flowers and […]
January 16, 2012
A Fishy Story
Even though it’s the first time I’ve ever stepped foot inside Charles J. Russo Seafood in Savannah, Georgia, I’m hit with an oyster pallet of memories. The fish market’s utilitarian, no-frills décor and the understated scent of the sea feel vaguely familiar.
