Today is one of those days, one of those posts, where I have too much to say. It’s more than this delicate crumb-topped peach pie can bear, I think. So instead of a more involved tale, I’ll say that I’ve been enjoying the some much-needed peace after a few weeks of freelance craziness. My work life was upended just a bit recently. Right away there was scrambling and a slew of emails; happily, I now have a few exciting projects beginning to take shape. In the meantime, I’ve had some time to recharge. read more »
Peak tomato season in Virginia means there are expansive flats of heirlooms at every market. It also means that there are plenty of cast-offs. And, as far as canning’s concerned, it’s cast-offs you should be after. It may take some asking around, but you can generally find someone to sell you dented, bruised, or otherwise compromised tomatoes at cut rate.
In search of tomato deals, last weekend we piled in the car and drove down to the town of Scottsville for country prices. read more »
I decided I’d only worry about the garden through July. After that, I let it all surrender to the squash bugs, at least one groundhog, a few squirrels, possibly a deer, and powdery mildew and blight of all manner. But even as they weather the onslaught, the tired-looking plants still spew fruit. Most of my outdoor plants have had a banner year, especially considering my gardening-in-Virginia track record. All the plants, except the fig. read more »
Charlottesville is just 25 miles from the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the Shenandoah National Park, but it took us more than a year of living here to make our way out there. And even then, we barely made it. To start, it one was of those weekends –– equal parts magical and exhausting –– where Brian and I fit way too much in. It was like a marathon as we madly hopped from one fun activity to the next, with hardly any time for important things like sitting around or making food.
No matter, on Sunday we had brunch with visiting friends and then set out for a trip to the mountains. read more »
Brooklyn Supper is six! We’re actually a bit overdue, but it’s summer, so you’ll just have to let it slide. To celebrate, I made peach sorbet and poured Prosecco over it. Just the right kind of effervescent, tangy thing for yet another hot summer day. read more »
Memorial Day is upon us and Brian and I have big plans for the weekend. My benevolent in-laws are taking our girls for a few days, leaving Brian and me with the time to sleep in, wander a bit, and lounge by our favorite swimming hole without fear of our little ones drowning, getting poison ivy, or slipping on wet cement. I usually do my best to deny summer’s arrival right up until the time I start contending with sweat stains, but this year, I’m being proactive. Bathing suits and sun screen are in hand. Bring it on, summer! read more »