![]() ![]() There is a limit on building height in the city, and with the open parks and statues and lots of 19 th century buildings still intact, there is an antiquated aura to the city that also feels personally nostalgic to me. The architecture (and texture) of the city is captivating. Growing up, I used to take the bus downtown, or drive with my sister when she got her license, and walk around to all the monuments and museums. The other reason my memory was firing away was the city of Washington itself. My biggest fear when doing events away from home is that I will get lost and not arrive on time. Especially from my sister, who’s not only put up with me living with her these past several days, but has also provided me with flawless directions to get around town. All to a market event that was a bit chaotic, thanks to a surprise visit from chef José Andrés who had a film crew and a mysterious entourage with him that turned out to be a group of Spanish musicians disguised as chefs who performed a pop-up music video in the market!Īll I can say is that I was darn grateful to be in my hometown this weekend and am so appreciative for all the support. Even Kathy and Peter’s daughters Charlotte and Viveka came. And no sooner had we set up then who walks up but dear old friends Kathy and Peter Jahn, who had kindly transported my Mom and Dad’s best friends Bran and Jim Johnston, Carolyn and Charlie Pardoe, and Sheila Lindveit down to the market by squeezing them all into a Volvo stationwagon. I don’t get to see her much either, so that was especially nice. On Sunday my cousin Kari (right) spent the day helping me at the market. ![]() (Below, left to right: Courtney, Jen, Erin, Eleanor (sis), Martha, and Shawna.) AND an entire contingent of my sister’s friends who she runs with (literally runs, as in marathons)-so great! I couldn’t believe it. People who rode the Metro from the other side of town. And Washington Post Deputy Food editor Bonnie Benwick. Cookbook author friends Domenica Marchetti (with me at left) and Cathy Barrow (aka Mrs. ![]() Saturday at La Cuisine, we had so much support from friends and family that we sold out of books! My godmother Shirley, her daughter Lynda, and her daughter-in-law Babs came. A giant bag of seed starting soil was waiting in their driveway when I pulled up. (It was delicious.) I also asked Dad to pick us up some farm supplies that I could bring home with me. She took it very seriously, and Dad even went out to buy special containers to transport it. I gave my mom (right) an assignment-to make Libby’s Lemon Blueberry Buckle-for one of the events. No wonder I’m a farmer now.Īnd seeing my parents was just the start of a tidal wave of supportive old friends and family who rallied to come to my book events or help me out. Driving past miles of farm fields on the way to see them, I realized how much that landscape left its imprint on the positive/pleasure synapses in my brain. I started out the trip by visiting my parents for a night in the small Delaware town where I spent my summers. Tired, and also over-stimulated, as all weekend the brain cells where my childhood memories live have been flashing like so many firecrackers on the Fourth of July. That’s a good thing because I’m pretty tired after the two fabulous book events this weekend at La Cuisine and the Dupont Circle Farmers’ Market. Plus, I got to sleep in and not rush off to do anything. So Eleanor and I are here puttering and working and hanging out with her adorable 12-year-old Australian Shepherd, Skylie. But honestly, I don’t see my sister much and the snow is so bad here in Virginia that even she did not have to go to work today. Wouldn’t you know it, the first place I go, a snowstorm comes and I can’t get home. But I promised myself that I would work hard on promoting my new book, hence the travel this spring. It is no secret that I’d rather be on our little farm with my peeps than anywhere else. ![]() (No that’s not it in the photo above–more on that in a minute!) If you have to be stuck in a snowstorm, your sister’s cozy house is probably the best place to be. ![]()
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