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Chickadees are an example of a bird named based on how they sound. Bobwhites, Eastern Phoebes, Poorwills, Killdeer, Eastern Wood-Pewees—but this is about chickadees. Chicka-dee-dee-dee. You’ve probably heard that call. When you bird where I bird, you’ll often see Black-capped Chickadees. You’ll hear them too. So it’s worth taking some time to learn more… ncG1vNJzZmiikaKytLLRnqCtmaNjwLau0q2YnKNemLyue89oqqitnpnAbrrInJxmmqWperi0wK1knaeVqHqqwIymnJqm

Tuesday, October 17, 2023 Good morning! Friends, it was so surprisingly chilly yesterday morning on my weekly “hot girl walk” that we swung through Manhattan’s new beach (no seriously), an experience that, unfortunately, proved neither hot nor beachy. I remembered it was soup week in the SK Digest and couldn’t wait to get home and cozy up about it. Soup season is about warming up and sharing meals and I think it’s arriving right on time.

Sour Cherry Crostata Most sour cherry recipes are too sweet, which ruins the unique flavor of this elusive fruit.  This one, I think, is just about perfect.  Another bonus: unlike so many pastries, this one is better when it’s had a little time to itself, and it tastes better on day two (provided it actually lasts that long). Crostata Crust This can be a soft and difficult dough to work with in the heat of summer.

Ever since the magical ‘send me on my way’ breakfast scene in Matilda, I’ve been completely obsessed with creating the perfect fluffy stack of pancakes. That and trying to move things with just my eyes- still believe I’ll do it one day. However, no matter how hard I whisked the egg whites or folded the batter, my own pancakes could never live up to the glorious golden stacks I saw in Matilda’s kitchen.

Peter Buck heard things differently. His musical preferences were not those expected of a suburban Atlanta teenager. Among his favorite bands were Iggy and the Stooges, Crazy Horse, and the Velvet Underground. In a conversation with rock journalist Anthony DeCurtis, Buck recalled marching to his own drummer, “Living in Roswell, Georgia, in 1971, everyone liked the Allman Brothers. I can’t tell you why; that’s all there was to it. It was a law.

In August 1995, three months after I’d been hired as pop music critic for the Austin American-Statesman, I stood on the 40-foot-high observation deck in the back of Abel Theriot’s Southpark Meadows venue, and saw the possibilities. With its natural slope, thick grass, shade trees and cows grazing behind the stage, the Meadows lent an Austin air to the mega-concert experience. There were problems — chief among them a shortage of restroom facilities — but nothing that Houston-based Pace Concerts couldn’t fix in five minutes.

I Was Never Really Here By Sovereign Syre Micro essays, poems, paintings, stand up clips. I'm a writer and comedian based in East L.A. I spent ten years in the sex industry before I became a screenwriter and comedian. I write here about my experiences in the underbelly of the beast. ncG1vNJzZmirpZfAta3CpGWcp51kjbS71a%2Bw

One of the great advantages of living in a world of everything everywhere all at once, is that we have access not only to music from eras we may not have known, but also from worlds we never knew. During the Cold War the lack of cultural exchange between Eastern Bloc and the West went both ways. While this may have been enforced isolation within the Soviet Union and its satellites, it was more a case of disinterest in the West.

Welcome to To Vegetables, With Love, a celebration of a vegetable life, less ordinary. Click here to see your subscription options. As always, I appreciate all of you being here! If you’re looking for a newsletter recipe, see my Substack recipe archive here. For recipes with a 🔒 symbol, you will need a paid subscription. Everything else is free. 🥦 My cookbook, Tenderheart is for cooking vegetables, all year round.