Listen: it’s the Tuesday before Thanksgiving (in America; Canadians, I realize this is just an average Tuesday for you.) Many of you have made your shopping lists, discussed where to get the best of everything, and are now getting ready to go out and procure all the food necessary to make your Thanksgiving dinner. If my markets are any indication, today is the day when things get nuts, so get out there early, use the buddy system, and don’t lose it on the multitudes of people gathered in the baking aisle standing, inevitably, right in front of what you need. It will all be okay: you’ll make it out of the store with everything you need, eventually, and you’ll probably only need to head back out 5 times for things you managed to forget. Like celery and pepper. And yams, oddly enough, because one of your best blog friends decided to pull out this amazing pumpkin pie which looks so perfect that you’ve filled out the necessary forms and submitted them to your family in the hopes that it will be allowed on the table this year. Continue reading →Pin It
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I don’t know how everyone’s Thanksgiving holidays go, but ours go a little something like this. We begin with the best of intentions. We roast a giant turkey with loads of side dishes and desserts, and every time a food item gets called into question with the inevitable “but there’s four of us: do we really need all that?” it gets answered with “but it’s okay, because we’ll have leftovers!” Thanksgiving happens. wonderful piles of food are eaten, and we are thrilled. That evening, we are thrilled with our turkey sandwiches. The next day, we are happy, but not thrilled. By the following day, we’re noticably less thrilled and one of us is rifling through takeout menus to find anything – anything – which does not resemble our Thanksgiving meal. Continue reading →Pin It
Have you ever managed to completely avoid something, or a genre of something, because you just know you’ll be terrible at it? Or rather just assumed, without bothering with the try/fail nonsense, to forgo a project based on your (imaginary) future failure? I have; I do it all the time. Think back for a minute; have you ever seen a croissant on this blog? A Danish, perhaps? Pain au chocolat? A nice loaf of thick-sliced bread, maybe dinner rolls? No? No, you haven’t. Because I’m scared of two things: yeast-based baking and failure. Because in my life, the former typically begets the latter. And I do not embrace failure with open arms. Continue reading →Pin It
August seems like such a transitional month for everyone. KIds are outside trying to burn through their last vacation days, acting like it’s the end of the world. I’ve been bumped into by at least 57 moms at the store, all face-down in their brightly colored school-supply lists, anxiously searching for the exact right kind of colored pencils. Everyone is waiting to start something. I feel like no one really enjoys August; we all seem far too busy either waiting for fall to arrive (hey!) or lamenting the inevitable end of summer. Continue reading →Pin It
Well, I’ve done it: I’ve succumbed to vacation and all its pitfalls. Like not knowing what day it is. Because who cares what day it is when you’re on vacation? You do what you want, when you want. There is no schedule to stick to, no routine to go with, no calendars or watches to check. It’s almost impossible to check a calendar or watch anyway when you’re face-first in a Neil Gaiman book atop a blow-up raft island, anyway. Remembering what day it is when you’re 2 weeks into vacation is tremendously difficult; thankfully, this salad is not. Continue reading →Pin It
Wait a minute; did I say Fish Market Monday? That I did. Because, people, I’m so on vacation right now it’s not even funny. And when you’re this close to the ocean, your head gets a little wobbly. You feel different, because hey; you can relax. And eat outside on a pool deck. And grill fresh fish. Not the “fresh” fish I am blessed with in my normal landlocked location which hops a flight to get to me, nooooo. Like, FRESH fish. Fish that shakes my hand when I walk up to it fresh. Fish that is up for a game of beach volleyball fresh. Fish that has never seen ice or the inside of a cargo hold fresh. The fish I never, ever get to have except when I am near some sort of ocean. Continue reading →Pin It
And so my love affair with stone fruit continues.
This will be a brief post, as I am feverishly working through my baking and cooking experiments over the past few weeks to get them out to you. At the same time, I’m packing for my summer vacation, which means I’m knee-deep in potential outfits and iTunes is working overtime trying to find me the best possible summer beach music for our annual vacation soundtrack. In the midst of all this, I’m patiently removing pits from cherries, apricots, plums, and nectarines just for you. Continue reading →Pin It
Some of you know from my past posts and Facebook musings that this is the first year I’m attempting a real, in-the-ground, chicken-wire encased vegetable and herb garden. I’ve done herbs before, in window box type things, but nothing like this.
And it’s growing. And I have not killed anything yet.
And now it’s bearing actual vegetables. What. Continue reading →Pin It
Welcome again to Farmers’ Market Mondays. I should also say thank you; thank you for getting super excited about FMM. I’ve already had a great time searching for recipe ideas I can build on and rummaging through tables and tables of fresh produce, and it’s only week two. It’s also really nice to get back in the habit of eating like I should be eating, with my refrigerator and pantry stuffed to the gills with non-sugar-related items. It’s about time, people. These last few months have been busy, and I’ve let my normally healthy eating habits fall by the wayside. It hit me a few weeks ago when I realized it was 10 am, and the only thing I had had to eat was 2 cups of coffee and some buttercream frosting I was busy making and testing. Embarrassing. Continue reading →Pin It
Okay, you caught me, yes; I am officially in spring mode. It’s not my fault. How much unseasonable warmth can one take before their thoughts turn to bushels of fresh fruit and vegetables? As if that weren’t enough, I’ve decided to do Easter brunch here at my house, so I’m binge-reading through cookbooks trying to figure out The Most Perfect Easter Brunch Menu Ever. Suggestions? Send them my way; I’d really like to try some new things this year. I do know there will be some sort of ham. I’m not huge on ham the way some people worship it, but it’s tradition in Mr. Table’s family, so it’s my one concession to an all-new feast. Maybe. As in, maybe I won’t make that concession. We’ll see. Continue reading →Pin It