When I began Feeding the Irishman, I had imagined that I would find myself writing every week. For the most part I have. Lately though, life has had other ideas, and as always, I find it is best to just stay the course. Cedar House is down to its literal bones. Walls gone, floors exposed to the original dirt levels. The flue and chimney are gone as well. The new walls have been erected and the foundation freshly poured for the extension. And the outline for the sheebeen (the

As the pile of packages ready for the post office grows steadily, so does the realization that departure for Ireland is around the corner. The packages represent another phase of this chosen journey. Long before the final bits and pieces have been picked up and the final walk thru of the apartment has been completed, I am tasked with sorting thru my life. I have spoken about the aspect of “stuff” recently but that felt a bit cavalier on my part. I was talking myself into bein

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I owned a bakery in Manhattan Beach, Cake Bakeshop. It was a small but mighty bakery, seasonal and from scratch. We didn’t even have a freezer. It was a neighborhood spot, with many delicious memories, I think about it often, and yes I do miss baking, and I miss the community that grew from the bakery. It was special time and place. Cakes, seasonal fruit scones, breakfast sandwiches with brown sugar bacon on house made bread. Brownie