With access to fresh produce year round from local grocers, it’s easy to forget we’ve been without locally grown vegetables for much of the winter.
On a visit to the big city this weekend, we stopped off at the food co-op for some tasty snacks. Upon leaving the car, we noticed a group gathered in a grassy lot adjacent to the store. A community garden workshop. I heard Carrie Brownstein from “Portlandia” singing in my head: “Community garden workshop. Teach me to rake and hoe-oh.” I looked at my husband. He was hearing the same song in his head. We smiled and chuckled.
I don’t buy into the whole new year’s resolution thing, making big promises to myself to change old habits or start a strict exercise regime. I’ve learned, over the years, it doesn’t work for me. I start strong but wane after a few days. Time and age have brought wisdom, and I now only aspire to be a better me, a more true version of myself, a kinder, more compassionate me. I aspire to make fewer mistakes, say what’s in my heart and support those people I care about.
Thanksgiving is a significant and meaningful day I look forward to every mid-autumn, with the leaves all but fallen and cold nights settling upon us. Since as far back as I can recall, I’ve anticipated the lavish feast to be prepared, as the grocers’ shelves fill with supplies and ads appear for fresh-baked pies at my favorite bakery.
With autumn upon us, my focus moves from light veggie-based meals to hearty dishes that sustain and satisfy. Soups, stews and casseroles instantly come to mind. Indeed they are satisfying, and a perfect comfort food for these chilly days. But I’m searching for something else.
Creamy tomato, potato bacon, white bean and sage, posole, mushroom barley, clam chowder. Mmmmmm! Soups!
Summertime calls people to the open road and brings distant families together. This month, every weekend brings a different visiting relative to our home. Not one for going out for meals, except on the rare occasion, I want to make some fresh, yummy and impressive meals for our visitors, without spending hours in the kitchen and heating up the house.
Rhubarb. The name alone inspires me. Rhubarb. Fun to spell and tantalizing on the palate. A tangy, rosy bite, a lovely balance of sweet and sour, when properly sugared in pastries and savory dishes.
After a long inner struggle, I now know the benefit of living with less, and have accepted the fact that our diets and habits must evolve with our changing planet.
Browsing through an old bookshop in the back streets of Bristol, England, I came across a series of books, reprints of old cookery books by historic and well-known food writers from across the globe. One of the books I picked up intrigued me by title alone: “The Campaign for Domestic Happiness,” written by Isabella Beeton.