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Written by Marian Platt
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Tuesday, 31 May 2005 20:00 |
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June is always a sentimental time of the year—a month to make poignant memories from proms, graduations, weddings, spur-of-the-moment picnics on lazy summer days, and the first camping trips of the year. At home, we can expect some friends to visit from afar, maybe unannounced, or, if we are in a campsite, we may encounter friends and decide to have a potluck. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Saturday, 30 April 2005 20:00 |
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May is when fluffy white clouds float across clear blue skies, the sun is warm on the shoulders, and breezes are rich and sweet with fragrance from lilacs. The thick, gnarled branches of the lilacs are laden now with deep purple spires amidst glossy heart-shaped leaves. In gowns of purple and lavender and white, the lilacs have burst into bloom with the exuberance of a bird in full song. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:00 |
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It’s April again—and all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring. As you drive through the countryside you can spot fruit trees with tufts of pink at their tips, and swatches of bright yellow mustard spreading over the fields like spilled paint. The yellow forsythias and daffodils smile and sway in the breeze, and in swamps and streams the pungent yellow skunk cabbages pop up, as do the yellow dandelions in lawns. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Monday, 28 February 2005 20:00 |
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Spring arrives this month! Winter leaves us, and the fresh green of spring will be peeking at us from all over. If you’re driving in the country, you might spot the first cattails rising up in the marshes. Haven’t tried it, but I have read they can be cooked like one would do asparagus. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Tuesday, 30 November 2004 20:00 |
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It is December and the year is growing gray at the temples. The warm colors of fall are gone, the trees are bare, the ground is brown, earth’s creatures lie dormant, and in some parts of the country the cold of winter will soon settle in. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Sunday, 31 October 2004 20:00 |
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Thanksgiving is a time for remembering and to give thanks for the many blessings bestowed upon us. Thanksgiving is when tables are heaped with earth’s bounteous fare. It is when we eat pumpkin pie! |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Thursday, 30 September 2004 20:00 |
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You know it’s fall in the Northwest when the air gets damp and the rains start to come, mixed with a few days of sunshine. In the early autumn, just after a rain, there’s a damp, musky scent in the forest, and it is then that the foragers for wild mushrooms head into the woods. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Tuesday, 31 August 2004 20:00 |
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You may have some bad memories of picnics from your childhood—sitting on a scratchy blanket on hard ground, perhaps on an ant hill, swatting insects and trying to balance a flimsy paper plate holding a dry ham sandwich, a scoop of dull macaroni salad—always with peas—and maybe some runny baked beans. And if you were at the beach, there was most likely a scattering of sand on everything. |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Saturday, 31 July 2004 20:00 |
PORCUPINE MEATBALLS
1 pound ground beef
1/2 cup breadcrumbs
1 egg
1 large can tomato sauce
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon paprika
2 tablespoons chopped green peppers
1 teaspoon chili powder
1/2 cup raw rice |
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Written by Marian Platt
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Wednesday, 07 July 2004 03:54 |
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For those heading to the Northwest this summer, give some thought to the North Olympic Peninsula—most especially the Dungeness Spit and the home of the Dungeness crab. |
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