Our new kitchen faces east, and so now the day’s first light glides across our breakfast table, reminding us of our earth and its turning, turning. Morning is broken, says Jacob. If I touch the sunbeams, do I get a wish? Continue reading
No person should go hungry, period. When it is a child, it is even more heartbreaking. Here in the U.S., 50 million people don’t have enough to eat. 16 million of them are children: that’s 1 in 4 kids who don’t know where their next meal will come from. I’m honored to donate this post as part of Food Bloggers Against Hunger; my hope with today’s action is that we will raise awareness about food insecurity and hunger in the United States, while sharing some ideas about what you can do to help. Continue reading
When I read Luisa’s post on seville orange marmalade, her description of the tantalizing aroma in her apartment as the oranges cooked down took me straight back to December: orange peel candying on the stove and a house that smelled bright, sunny, freshly picked. Orange is one of my very favorite smells: citrus in general has a good showing in that category, but oranges take the winning spot over most anything, most days. It has been said a million times, but it is truth: oranges smell like sunshine would smell, if it only could. Continue reading
The Friday after Valentine’s Day felt like being in some sort of sweet golden dream: the coast was sunny and blue-skied, the air was warm, and it felt exactly like a place where you’d never find the dance floor empty. While I know our dear friends and family in San Diego get this every day, we do not. Up here we pride ourselves on our rugged coasts: rocky and cliff-edged, fog-banked and moody. But on Friday, this place was in the most beautiful mood.
Which was good, because the guys and I were nursing a serious sugar hangover. We all needed to get outside.
I’m not really a resolution person, you know? For me, change happens slowly. Plus, I don’t do so well when asked to evaluate myself all at once in a rush of anxiety in the middle of winter after passing through the stresses (good and bad) of all that year-end festiveness. And then there’s the word itself - resolution. It sounds sort of … congressional (read: ineffective?), sort of … over and done. If change is in order, let’s make it an active sort of change, full of energy and momentum and life.
And then Jacob said, “Mommy, can we have a New Year’s Revolution?”
A revolution? A revolution. Indeed. I think we can. Continue reading
My passion is for food that is indigenous to the New World … Instead of inventing new food traditions, or copying Europe’s verbatim, I’m more interested in looking at the ones we have. ~ Steve Sando, owner of Rancho Gordo
A while back I mentioned that I was reading a book about beans. This may not seem like the most scintillating reading material, but I was quite keen on it. We eat a lot of beans. What I did not expect to find in a bean book, even a bean book from so delightful a source as Napa’s Rancho Gordo, was a sprawling love letter. An ode to beans – and also a profound devotional to our collective, geographic culinary heritage. Continue reading