We went to Tim’s on Sunday to eat Callinectes sapidus: beautiful swimmers.  That has to be one of the best summer rituals we Americans have come up with.  Water bugs taste gooooooood.  Old Bay tastes gooooood.  Drawn butter with lemon juice tastes goooooooood.  And then all of that together, with perhaps some beeeeer—mmmmmmmm.  Until it […]

a h’aon: Cindy’s gift, cunningly displayed at Tuatha with a “sold” tag on it.  My spies say she showed it to  her daughter during the festival and said she wanted me to make her one.  You can’t quite tell from here, but it’s lined with the rest of the material I used to make umm […]

It is June 5th, which means that my PCF pals and I have very few days left to do whatever needs doing before our lov-er-lee festival.  If you see me and I look, well, entirely burnt out, please pour some iced coffee or co-cola or maybe a really large amount of bourbon in my mouth.  […]

Change is bad: we fear change.  But, say it with me now, Blogger is a pain.  I got what I paid for, and I paid bupkus.  And then I got a raise.  And now I will pay for an actual service.  Maybe.  See, spring is all about change and I am fickle.  Mi na Bealtaine, […]

The Tinsmith show at Blackrock last night rocked. In a folky way, of course. For those of you who haven’t found the band yet, they’re a DC-metro area band who plays traditional Irish and English folk with some great jazzy and rock influences. Brooke Parkhurst, my friend and banjo teacher, sings and plays a variety […]