Apricot cake

  Nothing says summer like an abundance of apricots.   You might be a nectarine fan or a lover of plums or mad-keen on those scarlet, seed freckled, early season strawberries, but apricots are the summer fruit for me. When I was a kid my Dad loved them best...

The scales, the number and me.

Today I threw out my scales. Actually, I put them in the garage; more on that later. At any rate they are hereby banished.     As a kid there were always scales in our bathroom. Slid away somewhere but easy to get to. I don’t remember when I first became...