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!
During the podcast I shared a story about traveling with my father, to Paris (click here to read the post about this trip). It’s one of my favorite memories, exploring a city for the first time with my Dad. He wasn’t walking well, having double knee replacement a few months later. It might be important to note that I am an early riser on vacation - often having explored a city for three-plus hours before my family is ready to go. On this trip, I remember exploring the city on foot and returning to the hotel with a banana crepe and coffee to start his day. We would then hire a taxi to drive us around Paris. We both remember the day I pushed him in a wheelchair to explore the many halls in the Louvre. I could write a short story about that day! I read almost a book a day on that trip, which occurred just before getting my first ipad… my suitcase weighted down with real books. ;)
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.
Last week we took a road trip to the DC area, to continue the home search. With the dogs in tow, we spent 3-4 hours a day driving through neighborhoods, scouting out necessities that let us build a version of our northern NJ life in Virginia.
We drove by/walked through almost thirty homes. I can tell you not to believe a photo. Close to the district we saw houses with no yard, some twenty feet from the street, and one near a jail. Heading into northern Virginia, we saw a home with a gas station in the backyard, and a filthy total gut (which wasn’t listed ‘as is’).
Like a favorite book, read several times, this book tends to move throughout my home. Just last week I was talking to a friend, pulled this cookbook from my shelves, and started flipping the pages while recommending it as a gift. This is the cookbook that has taught me more than any other resource in my kitchen.
This morning, Sunday, I got up, walked Phoebe, made myself a latte and opened Instagram. The first photo I saw was Amy Chaplin announcing she is pregnant. Such joy!
If you come for an overnight stay in our home, you will find a collection of books on the bedside table. From travel to photography to short fiction. I plan to buy a second copy of the cookbook I’m sharing today, it’s a perfect addition for guest reading. I love imaging family and friends flipping through the pages of this book with a cup of tea, reading recipes and stories from the author’s health journey.
“To love yourself is to feed yourself the very best food you can at every meal. “
Maggie Battista has built a full life for herself as an entrepreneur. She’s a writer, owns a shop, and is a Creative Business Coach - so inspiring.
I received this book from a friend a few months ago. A cookbook pulled from the shelves quickly after being published, due to foraging safety concerns. Having read the book, I wonder if it would have remained on bookshelves if it was a memoir — the sharing of family stories as opposed to being sold as a cookbook. The pages are filled with stories, reminding us to press and display leaves, take walks in nature, tips to grow plants, recipes, etc..
Foraging controversy aside, this book is filled with recipes familiar to me. Hunting is a cornerstone of life in Minnesota. Since moving to the east coast, we haven’t had anyone share pheasant or venison with us, fresh maple syrup or a bushel of just picked apples. I don’t know anyone who cans food here.
The stories and recipes in this book are so familiar to me.
I, like many… (I’m making an assumption here), have been influenced by all things “in the kitchen” over the last decade thanks to social media. Remember when Martha Stewart and Food & Wine were our everything? I used to read through magazines, ripping out pages. I have a binder with splatter marked pages - recipes collected over the years.
I’m excited to share this cookbook with you. It’s one of my favorites. The author has won - WON - a James Beard award in food photography, and has been nominated for one in general cooking.
Happy New Year! I hope everyone is settling into January, life returning to a normal pace. For my family this means travel, registering for school, running, getting ready to move, and… continuing to build/refine my kitchen skills. My thirty-year-old self would be shocked to learn I enjoy cooking so much!
Can I tell you a secret? Just after Christmas I told my family I’m going to give Vegan a try, for the month of January. I know this doesn’t sound like a huge leap since I do not eat eggs or meat… BUT, I love cheese, and I can’t imagine starting my day without a whole milk latte!
I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday season. I have so many updates to share with you, but they will wait for another time. Just know that 2018 was filled with more joy than sadness… but the sadness was consuming at times. As we move into a new year, my family is SO READY to see what 2019 has in store.
As we shift into a new year, let’s take a minute to look wrap up 2018. What was your favorite book read in 2018?
In 2002, I inherited about a hundred photo albums. A photo archive, for one side of my family, dating back to the 1800’s. As a child, these albums were a must see during family visits. I remember having three favorites albums as a child… I especially liked the 1950-60’s. Three years ago I decided to go through all the albums, toss the duplicates, blurry photos, and photos of complete strangers. My grandparent’s lives spread out on the floor of a guest room, building a storybook with photographs spanning more than a hundred years.
I have been interested in running a Ragnar race for years - unable to overcome the race logistics (12 runners, two vans, drivers, etc..) I accepted that I will likely never experience this race. If only because I don't know enough people who run.
That all changed earlier this year when I saw a post on Facebook mentioning that a team needed a runner. This was my chance!