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Leah Cooks Slow-Roasted Tomatoes with Coriander by Molly Wizenberg

I know you have a bunch of tomatoes sitting on your kitchen counter right now, making you feel guilty each time you walk by them as they slowly soften into spotty mush. Unless, wait: am I the only one who does that? Tomato Season (it deserves to be capitalized) is my favorite season, right behind my beloved Strawberry Season (also capitalized, because duh). Our dad kept a garden when we were growing up, and every August and early September, we’d find tomato-onion-and-mayo sandwiches on the table for lunch, and often sat down to quick BLTs for dinner. When our countertops would begin to teem with them, Dad would give tomatoes away to neighbors with pride, knowing they’d be just as precious to them. There was nothing my parents looked forward to more in the summers than those sun-warmed tomatoes, freshly picked, sliced open and sprinkled with salt. It rubbed off on us. I had a garden in our last house, a good-sized one with tomatoes every year that the backyard groundhog and I would fight to get to first. I’ve yet to plant one here, though, so I rely…

10 Sorta Happy Things in this Summer of 2020

You guys, my kids are climbing the walls. They’re threatening to dig a hole in the backyard and fill it with tap water from the hose and call it a pool. They’re saying it’s too hot to play outside when it’s only 78 degrees. They’re daydreaming about places to visit, with the caveat: “some day–but when?” They volunteer to go with me to my mom’s because it means they get to sit in front of Hot Bench and Judge Judy, and maybe just maybe we’ll go get ice cream afterward. You guys, they’ve stopped complaining about us taking them on hikes. That’s how bad it’s gotten. Morale is down in our little corner of PA. We’re slowly starting to venture into the world again, but it’s slow going, and there’s not much on the horizon except more of the same. On a very hot day last week one of the kids actually got upset with me because we’ve never made friends with anyone who has a backyard pool…

Almost a Year After Mom’s Diagnosis, We Find Ourselves Back at the Beginning

Hi, everybody. Are you good? Did you have a nice summer? Or have you forgotten summer now that most schools are in session so you’re busy pulling out the sweaters and warm boots because YAY I DON’T HAVE TO SUNSCREEN THE CHILDREN ALL THE TIME NOW? I hear you. I mean, I’m not in a hurry, or anything. But the mornings are now quiet without the singsong of our neighborhood birds. The light is different–almost flatter, if that makes sense–and the air outside seems subdued. The season is changing over, quieting down. And I think I’m happy with that–I love autumn–even if, in my world right now, a quiet season doesn’t always mean a quiet life. I owe you an update on my mom. I’ll post something more detailed soon, but in a nutshell, she’s beaten her prognosis (we’re now almost a year out from her diagnosis), has completed treatment (other than a twice-monthly chemo infusion to keep her brain swelling in check), and is working to get her muscles stronger so she can walk…