Posts tagged Cookbooks
Smoke, Roots, Mountain, Harvest

Just a few books into this project and I have been exposed to a wide variety of traditions throughout our country. By coincidence, and timing, I shared two books on foraging earlier this year. I have been picking books that expose me to a diverse set of traditions, mixed with books for review.

The cookbook I’m sharing today is set in the Blue Ridge Mountains. A book filled with recipes and stories throughout. I felt transported to a place I have never visited, yet the similarities to Nordic food is there. It’s how we cook food that makes all the difference, sometimes. For example, pan fried potatoes taste completely different when cooked with butter versus bacon fat.

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Ruffage: A practical guide to vegetables

Hello friends,

I planted my garden weeks ago, hoping to harvest before we move this summer. The weather has been so cold and gloomy that other than the lettuce… nothing is growing much. I also transplanted from strawberries into containers so they can move with us. Now we need to finalize our housing in Virginia :)

Tomorrow night I will be make one of the recipes below, charred lettuce. I must admit I have never thought to char lettuce - it’s been a wonderful surprise of a recipe.

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Run Fast. Cook Fast. Eat Slow

Good morning friends. March was incredibly busy for us and provided little time to blog.

I know some of you thought it would never happen… our home is for sale! We also may have found a home in Virginia, but we are not quite ready to make an offer. In the meantime, I will plant a spring harvest this week, and start preparing the deck/patio for outdoor dining.

Today I’m highlighting a cookbook published late summer 2018. I cook from this one a lot. The recipes are easy to make, nutritious and are… oh so good!

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The Skillful Forager (a book review)

I have fond memories of warm summer days spent outside, as a young girl. Our neighborhood had an abundance of fruit trees, vegetable gardens, and meadows full of honeysuckle and wild berries. I remember knowing who didn’t mind us nibbling from their yards for a midday treat, and who would yell at us.

Rhubarb was always a favorite. At home, my mother would let us dip it into sugar, but while roaming the neighborhood, we encouraged each other to enjoy this sour snack. My friends and I also pulled carrots out of the ground, brushed the dirt off and ate them while hiding in corn stalks. I know the mothers must have been watching us, hopefully with a smile.

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