March 5, 2013 § 13 Comments
It is decidedly not spring here yet. In fact, it’s blowing ferociously and snowing several inches outside right now (just a stone’s throw further south they’re getting close to 10 inches, but we’re getting only brushed by the storm).
I remember the day in March in 2nd grade when our teacher taught us the saying, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” She even had a paper cut out lion and lamb thumb tacked up on the cork board to drive the point home.
We were all mystified. No, no, no. The saying was all wrong, we pointed out (after the metaphor had been explained). March comes in like a lion and it goes out like a lion too. Maybe an ever so slightly more docile lion, but a lion nonetheless.
That’s Minnesota for you.
So, no, no spring yet. It makes me miss the other places I’ve lived, the places where crocuses and daffodils start intrepidly strutting about in March. However, the yearning for spring isn’t desperate yet. Not desperate, but on the other hand, I’m definitely not as into root vegetables as I was a couple months ago.
In my need for a change of pace, I found myself craving broccoli salad a few days ago, something that does not happen often at all, except for the odd day midsummer when it sounds good, or when I’m several time zones out of my element, running late for a wedding rehearsal, and my stomach is growling audibly, and I’m standing in front of a deli counter. It happens sometimes then too. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 18, 2012 § 26 Comments
We stole away to New York City for the weekend. Just a day and a half. A hiccup of a trip lengthwise, but packed full enough to have been a long happy sigh.
Two of our dear, dear Boston friends are natives of the place – well, one is a true native, but the other did live there for a long enough sojourn to have gone native – and basically ever since we’ve known them we’ve been trying to plan a time for this jaunt.
It became an imperative to fit it in this weekend, though, before we must part ways. At least for now.
The two of them are as excited about sharing beautiful, delicious, made-with-care food as we are, so our day and a half was structured almost entirely around that.
We visited as many of their favorite places and tasted as many of their favorite foods as could be squeezed into our packed agenda. We ranged around every corner of Manhattan and tried a little of Brooklyn on for size as well. « Read the rest of this entry »
July 5, 2011 § 20 Comments
I have a new favorite summertime treat. And – almost unbelievably – it’s not ice cream! It’s a sandwich. It’s an amazing sandwich.
But before I get to that, will you bear with me while I ramble more generally about cherries for a little bit? Oh good.
I have a list of things that make summer summer. It’s a list that’s pretty much just inside my head. Its length is indeterminate and its contents ever shifting. But, it only shifts around the edges. There are some core elements that stay the same.
June 23, 2011 § 21 Comments
Duluth, Minnesota, my hometown, and where I was last week, is a very cool city. (Both figuratively and literally – given that even in mid-June the high temperature during the middle of the day most days last week was 52F and in the winter it can easily be 40 below. You can actually get t-shirts that say, “Duluth is a cool town.” I can’t decide whether they’re dorky or cute.)
It’s small but it has some splashy things going on in the art and music world. There’s tons of untamed outdoor space – you can barely walk without stumbling into the woods (I think that’s a good thing). People there seem to be on the forefront of the barefoot running movement. The town is participating in the ‘One book, One community” campaign, a movement (started by the Chicago Public Library system if I remember correctly) that aims to bring communities together in dialogue by sharing the experience of reading the same book.
And, now Duluth has also started participating in “One vegetable: one community,” trying to get everyone to eat more kale this year.
I think this is hilarious. And distinctly awesome.
January 7, 2010 § 4 Comments
Wow. Can you believe I made it through fall and this far into winter without writing about Brussels sprouts?! I know. I’m flabbergasted too. Embarrassed. Appalled even. It’s like I’ve been living a lie, eating all these succulent little Brussels sprouts all these months and never once telling you about them. (To make it up to you, I’ll tell you briefly that usually I just roast them – it’s so easy it takes barely a sentence to explain: wash, remove stems, toss with olive oil and salt, and throw into the oven at 400 for about 30 minutes, enjoy. Hmm, maybe I should just stop the post there.)
Anyway, now here I go, getting ready to wax eloquent about Brussels sprouts and already I can feel myself being diverted onto another thought train. Today, cooking Brussels sprouts will convey so much more than just how to cook Brussels sprouts. Today, they are the bearer of another message. They are fulfilling their greater purpose of giving me an excuse to talk about the wonder that is: bacon. « Read the rest of this entry »