Easy candied orange peel
When December rolls around, you can count on me to first start thinking of what holiday treats I’ll be creating. Shortbread is a given, both sweet and savory. Fruitcake (yes!). Something chocolate, whether that’s a dark flourless cookie or almond roca bars, or – in rare years – chocolate fudge. And candied orange peel. It’s…
Carrot Apple Breakfast Cake
I’m on a quest to find a quick, nutritious breakfast. Let me qualify that a little. There’s a few other criteria it has to meet, along with being fast and good for you: It has to have some protein in it, it needs to taste good alongside my morning coffee and, ideally, it should be…
Garlic scapes and mushroom crostini
Ah yes, garlic scapes. This is only the third summer in my life that I’ve run across them, because of the CSA. Working with ingredients that I don’t seek out regularly is partly why I love getting a weekly surprise box of vegetables every summer. It’s a challenge to make something good — as in,…
Hard to Beet Hummus
What a brilliant idea it was to split a community shared agriculture box from Cropthorne Farm. And I think the strategy of alternating weeks, rather than splitting each box is going to work out just fine too. In fact, when I read the CSA’s email about this week’s box, and saw garlic scapes in the…
Roasted salmon with ginger lime glaze
Summer is almost here. I want to say it’s here! it’s here! because I love sunshine, warmer weather, and the more relaxed pace that comes around this time of year. I always say, any day that it’s warm enough to not wear socks is a good day. But this morning it rained, and the air…
Baby artichokes, grief and the pleasures of memory
Ah yes, nothing disrupts writing quite so completely as death. I’ve been making my way along since Ann’s death, good most days, a weepy mess on others, with no warning and no apparent trigger for the tears. But that’s how grief goes, unpredictably and in waves. And somehow any grief is every grief, so sadness…
Quinoa porridge: comfort food with the power to soothe
Mom’s breathing, which had been labored for several hours, got shallower, and the space between breaths took longer. With my hand on her forearm, I watched her face and listened as her breathing slowed even more. In, out, pause. In, out, pause. Then in, out, longer pause. In, out, longer pause. And then, just like…
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