Spring has sprungIt’s that time again. The internet is going nuts over ramps. Apparently they’re delicious and In some areas they are rather controversial. I’ve never had one, nor do I recall having seen any. I suppose if I did, I’d dig one up out of curiosity. But honestly, I’m equally happy with the earliest bounty that my garden provides… Continue reading
Hi. I’m back. It wasn’t the hiatus that I’d expected, and I didn’t quite accomplish what I wanted to with this space, but I can’t keep things on hold indefinitely while I sort out techy issues. Plus, the garden is producing food again! So how can I stay away? Continue reading
Part of what lessens the blow of Christmas being a mere week away is knowing that it’s also the season for wonderful treats, like fresh cranberries and clementines. Did anyone else get a clementine in their stocking on Christmas morning? We did. Along with a single walnut. Which never got eaten. I suspect that we may each have gotten the same nut every year, to be honest. Continue reading
I *think* it’s safe to say that the weather is turning cool. It sure looks that way this week. We’ve turned on the furnace. That means something, right? Though I do hope that it is still nice enough for a pleasant evening of Hallowe’en trick or treating.
It’s natural that when the weather turns cool, one’s culinary thoughts turn to things like warm breads, hearty stews and crunchy coleslaw. Wait… what? Continue reading
I can still remember coming home from grade school each September and smelling tomatoes stewing from the sidewalk. Owing to her Italian heritage, my mother would freeze jars of stewed tomatoes every year. As a kid, I never really liked the rather overwhelming smell of cooked tomatoes as it washed over me once I opened the door, but as an adult I’ve come to rather like it. Continue reading
The heat has returned (though not viciously) and the AC is back on. The garden is brimming with tomatoes and beans and cucumbers and the next flush of raspberries is getting ready to explode. Oh, and if anyone needs horseradish, I’ve got you covered.
One thing I love this time of year is going to various fruit stands and roadside markets to buy what our garden doesn’t provide. This past weekend it was a place next to what may be the world’s smallest chapel. They had peaches galore (oh dear, that sounds like a burlesque performer’s name). I couldn’t resist picking up a mixed basket of white and yellow fleshed gems. The whites are firmer, with a more perfume-y flavour, while the yellows were exactly what you expect a freestone peach to be. Amazing. Continue reading
My Edible Journey 