Alaska Cooks

Sunday morning rises crisp, cold, and clear. It is 14 degrees below zero at my house, and I am not an early riser: It’s 9:15 before the sun starts to clear the Chugach mountains and lights up Anchorage below. The mercury starts to tick upwards, but not quickly enough. I should not [...]

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The peak of fall is gone, the freezer is full of salmon. The tundra on the mountains has gone gold and red, and there’s the smell of gentle decay in the woods. It’s the very end of fall for us, and snow is in the air already. In a land with such sharp and [...]

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