Sourdough Garden Beignets and a Photo Shoot
My leg is falling asleep. I should probably move but the light is fleeting and these greens are slowly wilting. Man, it’s hot in here. That’s…
Dream Cake: A Voicemail to a Dear Friend
The words are stuck. They just won’t come. I know it has been a while since I have posted. I can blame my computer crashing. That…
Cranberry Walnut Cake: A part of the Thanksgiving Notebook
Stroll into my parent’s pantry and you will be greeted by the scent of cinnamon, garlic and bay. In front of you will be jars of…
Purslane: Weed to Plate
A year ago I had my first introduction to foraging. Kevin was preparing for a pop-up highlighting Arizona products and wanted to add some wild to…
Corn Gazpacho–Isn’t it Pretty?
“Isn’t it pretty?!” Growing up my mom often asked this question at the dinner table. Her observation often came as my brothers and I were well…
Kombucha: The Fermented Side of Play
Mom always told me “don’t play with your food.” She would gently slap my hand as I dissected the buttery folds to discern just what was…
Sicily = Caponata
Three weeks ago I headed to Sicily for my fifth study trip of my master program. Leaving behind 60 degree weather, sunshine and tank tops greeted…
Oh Pumpkin!!
Before moving to Italy my relationship with pumpkin involved canned products and roasted pumpkin seeds. I only added the item “whole pumpkin” to my grocery list…
The Sweatshirt Version of Food
A few weeks back I hit a large patch of homesickness. I am not sure if it was because my husband had just left or if…
Procrastination=Brunch
Stories of summer adventures have been shared. Bags are unpacked. The fourth study trip has come and gone. Bottles of wine have been consumed. Assignments are…
