Thursday, April 17, 2014
Inquirer Daily News

Home & Design

Inga Saffron grew up in Levittown, N.Y., the model of modern, mass-produced suburban communities. But as a journalist, she developed a passion for cities.
OLD CITY The Shirt Corner and the Suit Corner buildings had been through a lot during their nearly 200 years at Third and Market Streets, but somehow they always found a way to adapt. Only two months ago, the two were still inseparable companions, still standing eyeball-to-eyeball, still trying to outdo each other with their blazing, red-white-and-blue facade graphics.
Most of the windows were broken. There were holes in the floors. The sense of an abandoned, unlovely, and unloved place was palpable.
Deal with winter damage on trees and shrubs. Although the long, cold season of snow and ice is behind us, there are many reminders of just how tough we had it. Broken limbs may have caused wounds on tree trunks. Sections of shrubs that snapped off may hav
The arrival of spring means that flea markets are reopening for business around the country. Shoppers will hunt for treasures amid acres of used goods. A few will come home with just the right vintage art or quirky piece of furniture to make their home more beautiful.
There’s something about the springtime that makes you want to dust the Dorito crumbs off of your shirt, wake from your cold weather-induced slumber, and actually get yourself together.
Question: So Cousin No. 1 tells me that Cousin No. 2 had a miscarriage and asks me not to say anything to anyone, which I do not.
Ahh - the warm spring breezes have arrived. It's time to slip into that new pair of open-toe wedges.
If the mark of a well-run kitchen is consistency, then my mother must be doing something right. Her matzo ball soup, just like her mother's and her grandmother's, has been made the same way for decades: with a poached whole chicken breast, halved carrots, and golden bubbles of chicken fat rising to the surface amid bobbing matzo balls, made with the recipe on the back of the Manischewitz box.
I should have known, when the sun was shining brightly on the first perfect spring afternoon after so many wicked winter days, that it would be tough for 10-year-olds to focus on cooking.