As February gets underway, I find myself reflecting on some of the events and moments that filled January 2024.

This January, the New York Times featured a series titled “Well’s Mediterranean Diet Week.”

January can be a cold month, long in weeks and spare in spirit. And so, I enter a soup phase this time of the year, working my way through the delicious pages of “The Soup Bible” cookbook and others on the shelves of our culinary kitchen library.

Recent reports of ice and blinding blizzard conditions on the east coast and in the upper Midwest remind me a drama that took place winters ago on the pond at Breakfast Creek.

The past year has been hard.

In early December I took a walk in the woods at the end of our road with our son Hayden.

We shop the house, re-gifting and recycling from our own store of possessions—vintage clothing, tchotchkes from travels past, and favorite books that we love reading again and again.

With a heavy heart, I recently learned of the passing of Randall Stratton (February 17, 1945-October 26, 2023).

I recently read a poem by Mary Oliver that reminded me of how essential it is to connect with nature when the world is too much with us.

In today’s highly global, mobile and multicultural world, organizing a Salter family gathering during the holidays requires complex travel coordination as well as a blending of culinary traditions.

This holiday season I’ve had the urge to try some new dishes along with some old family favorites.

The universe is full of magical things that connect us across time. Like tiny stars, they sparkle bright.

At this moment, the calendar is ten days into November.

More than ever before, Americans frequent local farmers markets, plant kitchen gardens, explore new cuisines, and attempt to recreate dishes prepared by TV celebrity chefs.

In a Wikipedia search of French fries, there is a wealth of information to be learned.

On the cusp of my 78th birthday, I am up early.

A total solar eclipse occurs somewhere in the world every 18 months.

After almost three weeks in the hospital, Kit is now back at the Lodge.

As September draws to a close, there are moments when I wonder if I can hold it all together.

A year ago, Kit published a memoir just before his 84th birthday.