Persimmon Muffins

After the leaves are gone, the persimmons remain on the tree, hanging there like Christmas ornaments, and slowly beginning to ripen and turn sweet. We were picking ripe, luscious fruit in the middle of December!

Pain to Purpose

I’ve found a way to turn my pain into a purpose, with my words and a pen,
Let the oasis of heartache flow, for a higher purpose or worthy end,
We all must make the best of this life that we’ve been given,
No matter if we’re living it on the streets or in prison.

Impermanence and the Transitory Nature of Food as Art

At 5 p.m. the meal comes together. All the items are assembled for the first time on the first plate which is set in front of the first patron. It’s like the last grain of sand, the final puzzle piece is in its place.

Freedom Within

A day in the garden was like freedom to my heart… It was so satisfying to sit down to a meal and see the vegetables we grew on our plates. I would always announce to the others with a smile, “I planted and harvested that.”