This morning, I lost my sweet angel Konalani to hemangiosarcoma.  My last post was an attempt to come to grips with the diagnosis: a tumor in her heart that would intermittently bleed, each time requiring a pericardiocentesis, or draining of the blood from the sac around her heart to relieve the pressure from the fluid build-up.  Except one day, the way this cancer works, the bleeding doesn’t stop.  Days to weeks were what we were told we had. Every morning when we woke up, K

Eating in season.  Tis the season!  While I will admit to buying the occasional exorbitantly-priced half pint of blueberries in the depths of winter (a reward for shoveling the sidewalk and driveway once again?), there is, as we all know, nothing like the taste explosion of a height-of-season homegrown tomato or farmer’s market-fresh bunch of kale. Just as I love the change in seasons, I find something so reassuring and right about the progression of foods at market: first ga