Owing to their place as one of the two vegetables my daughters will always eat gladly (the other is broccoli, if you’re curious), I tend to stock up on sweet potatoes. If I look hard enough I can generally find one or two kicking around in the depths of my refrigerator. At lunchtime today, I found a few and my first inclination was to roast them whole, split them open, and smother them with chimichurri and bacon, but I decided at the last minute that I need more texture and spice so I cut them up for their stint in the oven. read more »
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Consider yourself warned, I’m going to talk a little bit of trash on Thanksgiving. It’s hard for me because holiday-wise Thanksgiving is second only to Christmas in my heart. The thing is though, I hate rules. And Thanksgiving has so many. You HAVE to serve this or that. It’s tradition. I love tradition! But I hate cold casseroles. read more »
The other day, Brian got off work early and we took a trip to park with the girls, including a pretty magical hike. We meandered according to the whims of our toddler, spotted lots of deer, and took in the just-changing season. I learned on a recent trip to Vermont that they call it stick season –– the time after the leaves are gone but before the first snow falls. Up there, stick season is a time to prepare for the winter ski season and take care of things at home. Here in the Mid-Atlantic, with only occasional snow, stick season just means winter. Happily, we’re still enjoying mild, completely gorgeous weather, making it a pleasure to be outside, leaves or no.
But I’m also ready to head inside. Reflection, cooking, and quieter times all sound pretty great. In the kitchen, I’ve been doing a better job of digging into the fall produce. Today’s project: Brussels Sprouts. read more »
Earlier in the week, we shared this story and recipe with readers over on Food 52, and are now happy to share it here. Chow chow is a great recipe with which to bridge the seasons, and it makes delicious use of green tomatoes (which I happen to have in spades).
Let me start by saying that my Nana was an incredible baker, responsible in some part for every pie I’ve ever made, and I will forever regret not cooking more with her when she was alive. Alas, I was a difficult tween. I include this preface because, for a post on an heirloom recipe from my family, I’ve made something from my husband’s. Like most who lived through the depression, Brian’s grandmother, Mama E, was thrifty and smart and capable. She died a few summers ago, and I’ll always remember that even though she was terribly ill, she had a well-tended little garden on her back porch. Just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you can’t do a little canning. read more »
Pretty soon after we moved from NYC to Virginia, Brian and I installed raised beds in the backyard. Brimming with a sense of accomplishment and pride, we filled them with dirt and began planting tiny tomatoes, pickling cucumbers, peppers, zucchini, squash, and herbs. Admittedly, that was kind of a lot for two two by four foot beds. No matter! I wanted a garden! I thought we’d be living off of it come August. But the rainy, then humid Virginia summer had other plans. read more »
Last night, as Brian was putting the girls to bed, I stepped out into the dusk to water my modest garden. Like a lot of gardeners, I usually water at night so the plants have plenty of time to take up the moisture before the sun rises again. I can count on at least four mosquito bites, but I don’t mind because I am so taken by the roar of the cicadas. My research tells me they are loudest at the hottest time of the day, but I find there’s a certain fever pitch just as the sun is starting to set.
Anyway, as I was standing out there watering my garden I began thinking about all the changes we’ve been through. For a while now, I’ve wanted to check in and let you know how things are going here. But I’ve been waiting, I guess, for everything to settle. And last night, in my yard, watering my garden (and then thinking, “I have a garden!”), I realized things had. read more »