Ambrosia Pears are on the stove poaching beneath a layer of parchment. I can see the liquid, now red from dried roses and haskap berries, bleeding to the top and clinging to the paper. Earlier I put a single star anise in the poaching liquid and...

The house was facing in the wrong direction. The dormer stretched horizontally across the roof, the back door flush to the house facing the road. My friend Brian lives next door. His small kitchen window faces the tree-lined ocean; the picture windows face the street. He...