A care package made all the difference when I was stuck in an airport hotel in Norway for almost a week recovering from COVID.

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

Along with my Sister-in-Love, we are grieving the loss of Jimmy Edington.

Combining an acknowledgement that there are way too may good reasons to be cynical right now with a reminder that the world still has great things to offer us.

Do you struggle? Do you have a lament? The footprint of the pandemic is everywhere.

A quiet story about coming out of a long, silent austerity into the startlingly lush experience of in-person conversation and a meal with another couple outside of our bubble.

The Glover Gardens blog is back after a hiatus, sharing the positive outcome after we decided to Get On Up.

Our fence posts seemed to be a set of crosses with a message: Spring is here, the tomb is empty, and resurrection, rebirth and new growth are real.

“Hamlet Was Wrong!” Source: Malcolm Gladwell’s 3-Word Reminder to Stop You from Overthinking This quick read is provocative and inspiring in a time of uncertainty.

I stumbled upon the picture and was reminded how delicious a straightforward but very well-executed pizza can be. I want to go back to Second Bar + Kitchen, post-pandemic.

A haiku inspired by mourning doves in the early morning at Gumbo Cove … were they sentries? Signposts? They seemed like they were anxiously awaiting something. Like us.

A discarded coronavirus mask littering the parking lot. The song, Road to Nowhere. A haiku.

Here in a city that has been on the leading edge of demographic change in America since the 1970s, restaurants have functioned as a kind of crossroads and social glue.

Check out the article in Bloomberg Businessweek and prepare to feel a little better about being scatter-brained right now (or at least a little more normal…I did).

It’s clear that these COVID-19 hardships aren’t going away any time soon. We are all, in a way, staying in, but looking out the window toward that future where things aren’t quite so hard.

RIP, K-Paul’s. You will be missed, but not forgotten. Our celebration of your cuisine and legacy will continue as long as we are able to make a roux or blacken a fish.

This original jazz composition is solemn, pensive, lush and finally, optimistic, an anthem for looking forward, beyond recovery from COVID-19 and all its repercussions.

We took a walk on the wild side and used blacked fish on nachos. Here’s how it went down … it’s not a recipe as much as a set of loose guidelines, kinda like jazz is.

UNESCO is promoting International Jazz Day to “foster greater appreciation not only for the music but also for the contribution it can make to building more inclusive societies.” We’re in!!!

Instagram food pics by Carl the Roaster remind me of a lovely charcuterie board at the Gatehouse in London’s Highgate area.