As the days and weeks add up, as the fall seems to have gone from just beginning to full-on, I’m feeling a little stunned. I’ve loved every minute of the mild early fall weather. Now that things have edged colder, and I find myself a little bewildered even thinking of coats. But, the occasional blast from the heater, my withered garden, and all these pumpkins seem to point to the inevitable. Soup weather, we meet again. 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 »
My productivity experienced a precipitous decline coincident with both the end of the school year and the advent of days topping the ninety degree mark. Correlation isn’t causation, but I think it’s safe to jump to a few conclusions here.
A bright spot, though, has been the family dinner, which needs much less in the way of labor during the summer. read more »
I think I have writer’s block? I’ve been staring at this screen for two days now trying to write about purple cauliflower, the most psychedelic of the cruciferous vegetables (Ok, except for Romanesco broccoli). To break through the block, I decided to listen to Foxygen, but then just cut to the chase and went straight to Donovan. “There is a Mountain” seems to have cleared things up for me nicely. I mean, the mountains, Juanita, the caterpillar, what else is there? Purple cauliflower. read more »
As CSA shares get underway this year, I know one thing for certain: you are swimming in radishes. And sure, for the first few bunches it’s a delight to cut them up and eat them on the spot with bread and butter or sea salt. But as bunch after bunch begins to pile up, desperation can set in. Never fear, dear reader. The Brooklyn Supper test kitchen is here for you. read more »
Ever since our enormous Penske rolled out of Brooklyn at 11:30pm on a Saturday night, our lives have been something just shy of complete chaos. I’ve been traveling back and forth to NYC over the past week tying up loose ends. It was strange to be back in the city not 48 hours after our exhausted/triumphant exit. But now, we’re really here. The family is settling in, though nearly any task includes endless searching through a boxes and bags, rifling through these papers or those, or opening this drawer and then that one. I feel a little like we’re all just wandering in circles in this unfamiliar space. After one of the most intense and exhausting weeks of my life spent getting out of New York, I am a little bummed to face the fact that moving into a place is hard too. read more »