Nov. 24, 2009 12:23 pm
Updated: Nov. 24, 2009 8:05 pm
This isn't my mother's cranberry sauce. No sir. For that, you'd have to open a can on both ends and push the jellied cylinder onto a plate, slice it into quivering disks, and call it good. Not that there's anything wrong with going for convenience when you're cooking the zillion other things…
Cranberry Apple and Fresh Ginger Chutney
Nov. 6, 2009 12:22 pm
Updated: Nov. 13, 2009 2:00 pm
A couple of weeks ago--before November slammed into Seattle--some dear friends invited us to an apple-pressing party at their home. They asked us to bring apples, so we raided our old tree and brought a basketful to add to the hundreds of apples headed for the press. Some, like ours, were…
Freshly pressed apple juice.
Even little guys got into it.
A wild garden in the heart of Seattle.
Wood-fired pizza oven. Every backyard needs one!
Oct. 2, 2009 1:37 pm
Updated: Oct. 13, 2009 11:57 am
There's an old saying that goes something like, "Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are." I was reminded of that this morning when I decided to make a French Apple Tart. Sadly, my pantry was missing some of the main players--and it was too rainy outside and too cozy insid
French Apple Tart
The prolific old apple tree.
Red Gravenstein, perhaps?
Sep. 18, 2009 12:55 pm
Updated: Sep. 24, 2009 11:45 am
Because I’ve been saying it wrong all these years, as I
discovered when a cherry clafouti came my way this summer, served up by a
Frenchman named David (dah-VEED) who, of course, would know better than I how to pronounce the name of
this fruity dessert from his homeland. Clah-foo-TE
A perfectly ripe Italian plum
Sliced plums ready to be translated into French
Sep. 1, 2009 10:15 pm
Updated: Sep. 15, 2009 7:24 pm
Everyone says it’s been a good season for blueberries in the Pacific Northwest, so Catherine (The Queen of Canning) and I ditched our families early one Saturday morning and met up at a local u-pick blueberry farm to satisfy our blueberry greed. Being an experienced u-picker, Catherine…
Catherine on the blueberry hunt.
Wasp attack waiting to happen.
Big, fat, ripe blueberry.
A small jar of concentrated deliciousness.
Jul. 8, 2009 8:54 pm
Updated: Jul. 13, 2009 5:50 pm
It's not enough to stop and smell the lavender; this year I've decided to cook with it. And I won't be running out of this heady little flower any time soon thanks to my inability to accept that a tiny lavender plant eventually grows into a large lavender plant, multiplied by…
Lavender Tea Bread with a sugar and lime juice glaze.
Lavandula x intermedia 'Grosso' aka "lavandin" (which certainly sounds nicer than Grosso).
Lavender flowers, up close and personal. No bees, though. They were camera-shy.
Jun. 8, 2009 2:12 pm
Updated: Jun. 14, 2009 8:46 am
I’ve told you about the mint that ate my garden? Well this weekend I turned the tables on the green menace and ate up some mint. My little skirmish didn’t win the war, but the score was foodelicious 1, monster mint 0.
I got lots of great suggestions from visitors to my blog, but I ended…
The mint that ate my garden.
Chutney with Mint
Curried chicken kabobs, mint chutney, and mango sauce.
May 27, 2009 10:35 pm
Updated: Jun. 8, 2009 4:52 pm
I didn't cook dinner. I chopped and I sliced and I rolled, but at no time did fire come into it. Not that I have anything against fire. Fire is good. It certainly makes eating most animal protein less creepy. And truth be told, one component of my dinner came into contact with heat at some…
Fresh spring rolls with mango and chili sauces
Spring rolls before the wild rumpus began.
May 13, 2009 11:25 am
Updated: Jul. 4, 2011 5:32 pm
I did a bad, bad thing. I baked a rhubarb coffee cake in the company kitchen. What's so bad about that? I could only make enough to feed my department, yet there was more than enough aroma to go around. And there's where I committed a crime against hospitality. You cannot invite the nose but…
Meet Dedo, the guardian of the rhubarb.
My, what big ears you have.
Freshly picked rhubarb ready for a wash.
I'm surprised there was rhubarb cake left to photograph.
May 11, 2009 10:46 am
Updated: May 18, 2009 7:28 pm
My favorite way to spend Mother’s Day is by playing in the dirt. And why not? The apple tree is blooming, the peonies are leafing out, the herb garden is filling in, and the ferns and hostas are almost completely unfurled. So working in my garden is pure pleasure for me. Therefore I’m not…
Roasted Asparagus with Cherry Tomatoes
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