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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1a3b86a | She hated rain. It came at the worst times, defied prediction, and made life messy. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 4521847 | Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely because she wasn't fussy about how she lived. In the last twelve months, she had survived dust while writing about elephant keepers in Kenya, ice while writing about the spirit bear of British Columbia, and flies while writing about a family of nomads in India. | explorer freelancer survival writer | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 288d117 | There, on the far side of of the Atlantic, would be Maine, but despite the shared ocean, her island and this one were worlds apart. Where Inishmaan was gray and brown, its fragile man-made soil supporting only the hardiest of low-growing plants, the fertile Quinnipeague invited tall pines in droves, not to mention vegetables, flowers, and improbable, irrepressible herbs. Lifting her head, eyes closed now, she breathed in the damp Irish air .. | charlotte-evans maine maine-woods nature quinnipeague scents summer weather | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 9ff11cb | Putting an elbow on the drafting table and her chin in her palm, she simply looked at him. She wasn't angry. To the contrary. She had her lips pressed together; she was clearly trying not to smile--and he loved this about her, this good nature. Of course, that didn't solve his current problem. "You think this is funny?" he asked. "Actually," the corner of her mouth" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 6b269e3 | that," he added before she could, "because someone needs to be around here to buy the food and see to the house and the kids." He patted the air. "I know that, Sarah. I'm the first one to say that your role is as important as mine, it's just that the demands are different." He put a hand on the back of his neck." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| a0213aa | She turned the water on again, rinsed a dish, put it in the dishwasher. "I know you didn't have jewelry." She listened. "Yes, Mother, other women would love what I have, but that's not the point. The point is that a gift lacks something if I have to dictate exactly" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 352e71c | Whether she was writing to tell her followers about a local cheesemaker, a new farm-to-table restaurant, or what to do with an exotic heirloom fruit that was organically produced and newly marketed, she spent hours each day scouring Philadelphia and the outlying towns for material. | nicole-carlysle | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 00a094a | to wear every day, not big things that are only for dress." Another pause. "Yes, they were very expensive, but expensive doesn't make them right. I buy costume jewelry that I love, and I wear it all the time, because" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 706b261 | I go to farmers' markets all the time. Field-to-table is so my thing. But none of the herbs at any of them comes close to island herbs. Those herbs make Quinnie food- well, those herbs and freshness. Quinnipeague was growing organic and cooking local before farm-to-table was a movement, but, still, we think of the herbs first. I can't write about island cooking without talking about them, but I can't not talk about the people, either. That'.. | field-to-table food-blogger foodies island-herbs local-cooking nicole-carlysle quinnipeague | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 7dcb065 | Remember the first time you ever came? Tell the truth. You were dreading it." His brown eyes laughed warmly. "What wasn't to dread? A godforsaken island in the middle of the Atlantic-" "It's only eleven miles out." "Same difference. If it didn't have a hospital, it wasn't on my radar screen." "You thought there'd be dirt roads and nothing to do." He gave a wry chuckle. Between lobstering, clamming, and sailing, then movie nights at the chur.. | maine nicole-and-julian | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 4dd9e15 | Clams served on Quinnipeague were dug from the from the flats hours before cooking, and the batter, which was exquisitely light, held bits of parsley and thyme. Other fried clams couldn't compare. | cooking quinnipeague | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 27e0083 | While Nicole drove off in search of recipes for fish hash, clam fritters, and salmon quiche, Charlotte settled in the Chowder House with Dorey Jewett, who, well beyond the assortment of chowders she always brought to Bailey's Brunch, would be as important a figure in the book as any. They sat in the kitchen, though Dorey did little actual sitting. Looking her chef-self in T-shirt, shorts, and apron, if she wasn't dicing veggies, she was cla.. | chef chowder dorey-jewett interview recipes restaurants seafood | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 0c973b2 | Dorey says the key to chowder is letting the ingredients cure in the pot for a day before dishing it up, which is counterintuitive since fried clams are best right after they're dug. Personally, I think it's the chives in the chowder." Pensive, she studied her empty bowl. "Or the bacon. Or the parsley." Her eyes rose. "Maybe it's just the butter. Since Dorey's chowder is Maine style, more milk than cream, the butter shines." | ingredients nicole-carlysle | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 43e11a2 | Nao existe vantagem alguma em fazer as coisas do dia para a noite, porque para fazer direito precisamos de planejamento. | vantagem | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 16b76c2 | As vezes nao e divertido fazer escolhas. Algumas vezes se trata de escolher entre o menor dos dois males. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 1f3fef9 | In the kitchen, she made passionflower tea, turning the jar of loose leaves in her hand while a teaspoon's worth steeped in her mug. The tea was local, made from an herb that rarely grew in New England but did on Quinnipeague. A natural sedative, passionflower was another of Cecily Cole's gems. The tea was still steeping when she decided she was hungry. On impulse, she took a jar of strawberry jam from the cupboard. It, too, was local, put .. | nicole-carlysle passionflower strawberry-jam tea vanilla-beans | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 8146056 | French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing, but the dried basil and thyme she took from the herb rack were. Taking a vacuum-sealed package of sun-dried tomatoes from the cupboard, she set it on the counter beside the herbs. Fri.. | flowers frittata ingredients nicole-carlysle table-setting | Barbara Delinsky | |
| d6d3f3e | bright May morning, with the | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| f537681 | Rhyme is no necessary adjunct of true poetry. | Blank verse | ||
| 6e42086 | I understand Tom's got a good business going now." Sheila nodded. "Computers. He's taught me a lot about them. They're not really so bad. Oh, they don't pick up the dirty laundry or do boring case reports or--" she glanced down "--fix rum and Cokes, but they're pretty clever when it comes to things intellectual." She drawled the last for every syllable it was worth." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 0044982 | who will be calling her Mommy before long." She took a deep," -- | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| a62af32 | he shot her a dry, sidelong glance. "The phones started" | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 74ec45d | The beauty of it, to him, was that the routine was never the same. Bud break never occurred on the same date two years in a row. Waiting for it, watching for it, feeling the excitement when the vines suddenly burst into the palest of pale greens was ... incredible. Same the critical few days when the buds burst into bloom. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 1062c3c | vintage was a precious thing, dependent on variables like the weather, the age of a particular vine, the size of the Japanese beetle population. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| bf3b17a | On that bright May morning, with the lilacs budding and the kids off to school, Tom Markham approached his wife with the best of intentions. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 0c976ce | Caroline. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 8bdab06 | The only way to deal with old baggage was to open it up and sort through. How else to know what to keep and what to toss? | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| af94306 | When a vine withers and dies, you know you've planted it in the wrong place at the wrong time. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| d3a5f13 | A big part of growing up is learning to be cautious. It's realizing that there are consequences to everything you do. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| c21396a | He shook his head. "For me." Leaving the bed, he went to the door, picked up the large picnic basket that the girls were holding, then closed the door, leaving them outside. Much as he had needed their help earlier, he didn't want an audience now." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| fe54d7a | She wasn't supposed--to die until--we talked. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 04496de | There were ones with garden supplies and ones with health supplies, but neither offered anything remotely appropriate. There | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 46c2f0d | Solia decir que algunas personas no eran capaces de distinguir y encontrar las perlas entre la arena, o unicamente tenian la fuerza de caracter para quitar la arena de unas cuantas perlas y terminaban solo con una gargantilla. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 8f698a4 | Are you still teaching? | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 9aa2f1b | Is it?" I asked. "The past, over and done? Is it ever?" "Ever changed? No. Ever accepted? Yes. It becomes who you are. That doesn't have to be a bad thing." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 7c085b1 | When we lose someone we love, we can either die with them or live on to celebrate their life. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 50e7203 | Tonight?" Hope asked." | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 67a8a36 | Everyone in the world is guilty of something. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 3a53973 | her. May I use the car? | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| e7c5aaa | Susan could feel his anguish radiating through the fingers that held hers so tightly. She was close enough to him to know what he was feeling far more than fear for his mother's life. He hadn't seen the woman in fifteen years. At that moment, he was deeply regretting the separation. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| e114113 | Sometimes we do all the wrong things for all the right reasons. We can be our own worst enemies. It takes a while to get over that. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 286f6ec | Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 81b18c3 | big part of growing up is learning to be cautious. It's realizing that there are consequences to everything you do. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 80b4e0c | Hope is the future lined in gold, | Barbara Delinsky |