When I first visited Sam’s bungalow while dating long-distance, he had glass jars perched on the kitchen shelves to house his beans and grains, all beautifully labeled and lettered. I knew I’d stumbled into something good. On my second visit to Seattle, he broke out the jar…

Last summer we chatted about Pimm’s Cups and a list of things I wanted to do, feel, eat, and read during those few short months.  But by its very nature, summer shouldn’t warrant a list: it’s a time when lists should ideally be thrown…