If my rural southern forbears found out that each year I seek out the chance to pick apples, they’d probably be disappointed that I didn’t own the orchard but glad that it was something easy like apples instead of something gross like tobacco. But when they found out that I actually pay for the privilege of doing farm work, they’d all keel over dead on the spot (hopefully after producing whichever offspring ultimately led to my existence). Why on Earth, they would wonder, would I pay to harvest fruit? And even worse, why would I drag my children into it?
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One of the things I love most about eating seasonally is that it gives the seasons and the weather real meaning. Each week of the growing season brings new possibilities. Last year, an early spring meant favorite summer fruits showed up almost a month early. This year, things are arriving more or less on schedule, so we’re still waiting for strawberries and asparagus (though we do have ramps!). read more »
If I were starting from a place of perfect ignorance of breakfast foods and tasked with naming them all like Adam and the animals, the Dutch Baby Pancake is probably what I would give the name “pancake” to. I mean, if someone told you, “Here’s a pan, make a cake,” you would mix up some batter, pour it into the pan, and stick it into the oven, right? And that simple fact right there, demonstrates why the Dutch baby pancake is such a fabulous breakfast. Because it really is a sort of cake. Or something between a cake and an English pudding. That you eat for breakfast. And it’s hot. And delicious. As it stands, though, I haven’t been given the duty of naming breakfast foods and that’s probably for the best because I imagine it’s thankless work and no matter what I came up with, people would rip on me nonstop on the internet. “why did u naem it bacon lol? u don’t bake it lololol.” read more »
Today seems like the first quiet day in months. It’s warm and sunny, the window is cracked, and the birds are singing. The Friday hum is beginning to pick up outside and the kids are just about to stream, happily screaming and shouting, by my building. But for now it’s peaceful, and finally, I have some time to think. read more »
The season has changed in the city. The sky has turned that unmistakable clear September blue, and the trees are edging toward yellow, with bunches of leaves giving up altogether and falling from trees still green. The sounds of fall are here too–the brisk wind and the last frenzied twittering of the birds. I can hear both right now through open back door. Though almost dead, my yellowed tomato plants out on our 3rd-floor roof deck have started sending brand new shoots into the sky (a tribute I guess to the cooler daytime temperatures). And yesterday, we got our second shipment of jewel-toned pears in the CSA share, signaling that fall really is here. read more »
Bacon and buckwheat were an unlikely combination, but we were out of butter, and had some bacon, not to mention a few tablespoons of bacon grease I’d saved. Brian was the first to get behind the idea, and with just a little convincing I decided to give it a try. Turns out bacon and buckwheat should have teamed up long ago. The pancakes were surprisingly supple, light, balanced, and divinely sweet and savory–officially my new favorite breakfast. read more »