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My Ode to the Housewife or Househusband
Though I would love to post a recipe everyday complete with inspiring photos and the blow by blow experience, there just isn’t the time. How is this possible I ask myself when I am not even working full time? Well I suppose that part of it is because we have just moved and I do not need to tell you how much is involved in that, especially considering that I did it mostly on my own while Anthony devoted himself to the task of bringing home the bacon (grass fed and nitrate free of course). But the real truth of the matter is that I find this country- and Miami specifically- so gosh darn busy that I can barely keep up. read more…
Amazing Whole Wheat Chocolate Chip Cookies
Something about Fall makes me want to bake, and the promise of whole wheat chocolate chip cookies makes me want to bake even faster. I am not sure why, but even when I was a pastry chef, this time of year was the most inspiring for me. Of course now visions of pumpkin breads and apple pies and hearty muffins are dancing in your head, mine too. I am in a bit of a pickle however because my fiancé Anthony dislikes all things above mentioned and would take Dulce de Leche ice cream and chocolate chip cookies over just about anything and everything baked (besides bread of course for which he would trade me). Admittedly addicted to sugar, I clearly cannot be trusted around copious amounts of baked goods, especially during times of stress (not sure if you heard but we have just moved and this qualifies as times of stress!). read more…
a salad of virtue
I love kale. It is delicious, versatile and it just feels virtuous to eat. It is essentially a perfect food. I have been fortunate as of late to be traveling through the country just in the nick of time for it to be kale season wherever I have been. Phoenix, Eugene, Petaluma, Miami and most recently Denver. I was visiting my dear friends Corinna and Will last week who have an amazing and prolific garden that produces an unnerving amount of kale, the most beautiful heirloom tomatoes I have seen and some pretty incredible onions among other things. On a day when I was in charge of dinner and frankly just inspired by this bounty in general, I made what might be my favorite salad to date. I was so inspired at the time that I did not have the wherewithal to document this momentous occasion the first go round but here it is in living color in my starkly white but thankfully temporary kitchen in Miami (we move into a big beautiful place with a fantastic kitchen in 5 days and counting!). read more…
the dilemma
I returned to this country after 18 month abroad with a different view of food and my body truth be told. I was afforded the luxurious break from the constant din of the media telling my conscious and subconscious what to eat, what not to eat and what I should look like. What happens when we are left to create our own reality and our own eating habits without having it shoved down our throats? What happens when we are actually afforded the time to contemplate such things and to let our psyche and our bodies decide organically what feels right? read more…
ahhh behold the food…
Thailand is a proverbial food mecca, especially Bangkok. I have spent a lot of time in this incredible country and one thing never fails…the people are always eating. The street stalls abound, the food is cheap and it is fresh. The Thai version of fast food is a little cart attached to a motorbike or pushed by hand where the proprietor spends countless hours day after day serving the same dish cooked right before your eyes. Tragically the western fast food chains (which I will not dignify by naming) have succeeded in bleeding their way to all corners of the earth and Thailand is no exception. What they have not been able to do in this wondrous country however, is to conquer and obliterate the culture of healthy and independently produced and affordable good eats that are the heartbeat of this poetic land. read more…
life on the farm
When I say “farm” this is a very loose terminology. About 13 years ago my parents bought a house just outside my hometown town of Petaluma, California…former chicken capitol of the world as well as home of the World Wrist Wrestling Championships…we are a swanky bunch. This house was built in 1930, a poured concrete Spanish style abode on 22 acres that is called The Spring Hill Farm. Not sure that it ever was an actual farm but today it is home to an orchard, a large and prolific garden, a flock of clucky chickens, two plump cats who not only get a daily portion of dry and wet food but who also get their fair share of gophers and the like and a fluffy and shockingly white bichon frise named Vinny. Occasionally the wild turkeys cruse through the yard begging to be stewed past the point of being the wildly tough fowl that they are, and the deer . My parents are not hunters so thus far the turkey and the deer are safe but man can they raise a chicken that lays a mean egg. read more…
how to be good
I need something. I need something that gives me hope and that helps me to feel, even if it is fleeting, like I am doing something worthy, like I am doing something substantial. Even if it is only substantial within my own tiny existence. I created this blog because I want to be good…because I want to be better, because I want to contribute to making the world a better place and as a framework for my own learning experience. read more…
