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shorter days (and smoky chipotle sweet potato soup)
nights come early now, darkness settling in even before we sit down to dinner. the snow melts; the last aspen leaves rattle and flutter...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Nov 12, 20202 min read
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times like these (and chai-spiced almond butter)
i’ve heard it said that winter is never far away in the north country. you can feel its presence just beyond the mountain; hovering,...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Oct 24, 20202 min read
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shades of silver (and sweet potato chocolate chip muffins)
and just like that, two more seasons have come and gone. the sweet summer, sunlit and green; the fall, golden and resplendent. the...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Oct 17, 20202 min read
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holding pattern (and raspberry vanilla granola)
the last days of february bring with them an ennui, a longing. a yen for color and life and warmth. elsewhere in the country, signs of...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Feb 26, 20202 min read
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still (and oat & almond pancakes)
driving over ice-glazed roads under a sky quilted white, seams stitched with blue. contemplating the state of the world, which, perhaps,...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Feb 19, 20202 min read
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snow (and maple peanut butter fudge)
ensconced inside walls of glass and wood, a human-scale snow globe, the world outside awash in white. flakes falling steadily: sometimes...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Feb 10, 20202 min read
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february (and buckwheat buttermilk cinnamon rolls)
and january is gone, just like that, sliding into the shortest month of the year. february, to me, will always be the...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Feb 3, 20203 min read
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clouds of winter (and oatmeal raisin cookies)
black rollers, waves tumbling in; poised to unleash onto the low-lying hills. two dozen birds, inky silhouettes burst from a tree and...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Jan 23, 20202 min read
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january days (and teff & oat biscuits)
There were days And there were days And there were days I know When all we ever wanted Was to learn and love and grow — The Grateful...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Jan 19, 20202 min read
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weather report
The winter was so hard and cold, Froze ten feet ’neath the ground. — Grateful Dead, “Dire Wolf” The winter: Cold and long, even by north...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Apr 9, 20192 min read
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perpetual motion
Walking along an ice rink road riddled with puddles, there is a whisper in the air; an undercurrent. Spring is not here yet in the north...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Mar 8, 20183 min read
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reflections on winter
In late October, I returned to Montana after a rather lengthy absence. I returned in time to see the last of the fall colors, ochers and...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Nov 20, 20173 min read
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