A little early for lunch in Hyannis today, I popped into a used book store primarily to get out of the cold. Needless to say, I headed for the cookbook section. There on a shelf, in pristine shape, was a copy of Molly Wizenberg’s A Homemade Life.

Funny thing about this book. I read a library copy on a trip to Puerto Rico a few years ago, so the memory of the book is intermingled with the memory of early mornings on our balcony at the Caribe Hilton. I would take my coffee and the book outside before Frank woke up. Watching the rising sun sparkling over the water was a pretty nice way to start the day.

I remember loving the book. A combination of memories and recipes simply and straightforwardly presented. A life in progress connected to the past, living in the present, and looking towards the future.

And it’s mine for a mere $4.00 through the serendipity of being early for a lunch date.