A charcuterie board, but one where you can eat the board, too.
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Every seemingly small decision creates a larger, lasting impact. That one seemingly small pebble, plunked into the shallow shoreline, would create a storm on the other end of the lake.
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“No matter who the threat is, no matter what the threat is, you look them in the eye so that they know you’re human.”
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Summer has always been lemonade. Cool hose water, fresh grass, sea salt or mountain air. But, over time, it’s easy to forget summer as it was— those simple pockets of magic nostalgia that are waiting to be found again. So, in an effort to remember when summer was three glorious, free months with little to no schedule or responsibilities, I made lemonade.
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This simple recipe is from our wonderfully 1970s “Recipe Collector” binder. The one that holds a slew of index card recipes from friends, newspapers, parties— all in different styles of handwriting, some yellowed, some with ingredients stained into the paper.
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Chocolate Bavarian cream pie has been a Rowson holiday staple for generations. Of course, like most family recipes, I thought that the Bavarian cream pie was a proprietary Rowson family heirloom.
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An æbleskiver (ei·bluh·skee·vr) is a traditional Danish pancake— a fluffy sphere about the size of a tennis ball. My Nana always makes them for Christmas, and we always did the same growing up. The family record for number of æbleskivers consumed in one Christmas morning is held by my Uncle Nick: an impressive twenty-one.
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The American West exists in mythological creatures: the outlaw story of Billy the Kid, the aim of Annie Oakley, the controversial celebration of General George Armstrong Custer, and the ever-present regal shoulders of the great American bison.
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Let’s set the scene: it’s late July. A perfect Montana summer day— a bluejay sky, a light breeze, a few innocuous clouds here and there. It was a day made for the river, so we went.
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A purple banana seat bike, two friends, and a steep alleyway. For Alexis Pike, that was the beginning of Color Me Lucky. At age 6, Alexis and a friend climbed on her new birthday bike and headed down an alleyway. As the alley got steeper, she peddled faster, flying toward the gravel on the other side of the road.
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