I know the summer isn’t over, and I hope you all have many more adventures (food related and otherwise) to look forward to. But I wanted to share a few things I discovered that might be of use to you if you happen to be fortunate enough to have access to a beach house any time soon (or a decent fish market).
There’s something about eating a hamburger with a knife and fork that’s just wrong. Not that I haven’t done it. Plenty of times.
So, this came in my organic box last week. And yes, I know what it is, thank you very much. I do like fennel (even though its licorice taste reminds me of Good & Plenty). But that didn’t keep the poor thing from languishing in my veggie basket for almost a week.
Our family skis in the winter. Every Friday we pack up the car and head to the hills. We get home late on Sunday, unload
I’ve had a rocky relationship with lentils. During the 90s, lentil soup was the rage, and usually it was gritty just okay tasting at best. Then a few years back, I spent some time in a part of Asia where the entire diet is basically lentils. After that trip I thought I would never eat another one.
Even when it’s balmy, I tend to make a lot of soup. It’s the easiest way I know to use up wilting produce and turn disparate items into a harmonious and satisfying meal. Since the highest temperature we’ve reached around here since last Saturday was about 14, you can bet I’ve been at the stove happily stirring soup.