The Wren's Nest

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A festive meal for a Monday

We have been enjoying a lot of colorful meals lately.  Flecks of green and red find their way into our salads and even our pancakes, in the form of cucumbers, tomatoes, radishes, scallions, and red bell pepper.  Sometimes, even an inky black will present itself, such as in the hot, crushed peppercorn sauce that dribbled over pieces of fried tofu that we ate two weekends ago (that kind of meal leaves a lasting impression).  Today, I once again noticed nuggets of vibrant and contrasting colors before me.  As I tumbled jewel-like Puy lentils overtop diced white onion, yellow bell pepper, and orange sweet potato, I began feeling energized.  My senses awakened further as I added (with the help of my little apprentice) a bit of minced garlic and some cumin, turmeric, Garam masala, cayenne, and ginger to the pot.  The spiced lentils–recipe courtesy of The Diva Dish–cooked long and slowly in the crock pot.  The warmth and subtle heat of the dish, in addition to its bold color, was so welcome this Monday evening.

In our garden, lately.

Our little garden keeps on growing.  We hope to get green beans soon, as our plants are producing flowers.  The leaves continue to creep up the 6-foot trellis.  We have harvested radishes several times now.  We have been so successful in growing them, and so pleased with the taste, that I’m confident in recommending new gardeners try growing them as well.  They mature in about a month or less, and are so fun to see peeking out of the soil.  We even eat the leaves, which are spicy and pleasantly tart.  Just last weekend, we harvested our two eggplants.  I cut them in half, scored them, drizzled them with olive oil and roasted them in the oven until their skins were crinkled and their insides soft and mellow tasting.  We ate them with a squeeze of lemon juice, and that’s it.  In the herb garden, I counted five baby cilantro plants growing.  Growing herbs is really a worthwhile endeavor for anyone interested in cooking (or eating).  I can’t tell you how many times a bundle from the store has either been too big, or too small.  I much prefer taking what I need from the backyard, over purchasing herbs that end up drying out in a few days.

On Tuesday, we started some seeds in an old cardboard egg flat.  We’re looking forward to our second chance with plants like lemon balm, kale, broccoli, cauliflower, chives, borage, and dill.  I know the weather might not be quite right for some of these plants, and that others are difficult to transplant, but I’m still optimistic.  The cardboard disintegrates, and October air in Florida is still quite mild when compared to October air in the northern states.

Well, it is time to turn off the sprinkler.  Here’s to hoping for a bountiful harvest ahead.

A day at the beach

Piper and I sat together on the edge of our favorite fountain and read A Day at the Seashore.  The sound of water rushing over stone, the feeling of a cool breeze and warm morning sun against our skin brought the story to life and left us longing for our own seaside escape this weekend.  Naturally, on Saturday we got our bags together and headed toward Sarasota.

Two or so hours later we arrive in Siesta Key, with our car parked in a tiny and sandy lot that has a long and winding trail leading up to the beach.  Piper enjoys running through the tall grasses, and Will thinks he spies an old and broken skiff hidden in the overgrowth.  Finally the water appears on the horizon, as well as a boat with a bright orange sail named Our Girl.  Our hearts soften and melt a bit as we finally spread our blanket out on the white, sandy shore.  This is what bliss feels like.

We walk toward the ocean.  The water feels cool as it laps against our feet.  Will has his goggles in his swimsuit pocket and is eager to swim.  While he delves into blue-green depths, I tiptoe further in with Piper in my arms.  She laughs explosively when suddenly, I throw her into the air! — then, catching her, squat down into the water until it is all around us.  Jump! Swim! She shouts.

We find shells and collect seawater in a green bucket.  Will pours sand inside the bucket, then swirls his fingers around in a mesmerizing way to mix it until it forms just the right consistency — something like I imagine wet concrete to look or feel like.  The mud drips off of his fingers and forms elegant patterns as the droplets stack up one by one and then dry in place, hardened by the still fiery October sun.

Later in the afternoon we leave to explore this new-to-us town.  We find a shop called simply: Scandinavian Gifts (Baked Goods & Grocery).  I want to explore.  Where I think that I will find aisles of foreign food, I find colorful linens, aprons, clogs, Christmas ornaments, trolls, branchy wreaths hanging from the ceiling, Swedish horses painted on everything, a mobile with tiny Viking ships, and for some reason — a little shelf with Russian nesting dolls.  I am equally delighted.  All of the crafty, folksy, unique and global treasures fixate me for some time.  Will and Piper join me in the store, and there we spend a good hour until the shop closes and the restaurant next door opens.

We eat at a little place called Veg, which has separately dedicated vegan and gluten free menus.  We share a bowl of creamy butternut squash soup that comes in a tall ceramic cup and feels warm in my hands.  The soup is delicious, and tastes a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg.  Our salad is shredded kale piled high with purple cabbage, carrot and beet sticks, pea shoots and sunflower seeds.  The dressing is sweetened with orange juice, but also includes crushed dried papaya seed for a taste of something a bit unusual.  Our dinner is literally a steaming volcano of layered quinoa, spinach, marinated Portobello mushroom, and mashed potato with a cherry tomato on top.  The chef clearly loves food — cooking and playing with it!  Yet, as unbelievable as our dinner tasted, it was dessert that truly satisfied and delighted me.  Both of ours came served in delicate dessert glasses.  Mine was hot, with a deep chocolate brownie topped with several generous scoops of vanilla coconut ice cream and drizzled with caramel and chocolate.  Help.  Everytime I take a bite it feels as though little fireworks are going off in my mind.  Piper is asking for more ice cream, please?  Will’s glass is filled with the creamiest, most fulfilling coconut cream pudding topped with toasted coconut.  It has been years since we have eaten pudding.  It takes a lot of restraint not to eat his dessert, too.  I balance the sweet with a rare cup of coffee.  It comes with a little decanter of almond milk.  I pour some in, and Piper finishes the milk remaining in her “baby cup”.

The sun looks like it is setting now, so we hurry back into the car and drive once more toward the water.  We arrive to an orange sky ablaze over a calm ocean, whose waves have crept quietly up the shore since we last sought it.  I am in awe — we all are.  A group of friends sit near the shore with a bottle of wine.  A couple leans in close to one another.  The three of us walk barefooted in the sand.  Skimmers glide across the water catching their evening meal.  Tinier shore birds scurry along the sand.  The sky is almost a rainbow now, with reds and oranges, purples, blues, and blacks.  The stars begin to peek out of an ever darkening sky.  I feel overwhelmed with the vastness.  The sight of the stars are almost unbelievable, because it has been that long since I have gazed upon them.  To see them with my family, in this moment, is something I will always remember.  We all lie down in the sand, and gaze at the sky.  Some stars are really planes.  But mostly, the stars are stars, light years away, but always there.

This is what bliss feels like.

In the kitchen in the afternoon: Bob’s Red Mill Vegi Soup Mix and Apple Pumpkin Muffins

Bob’s Red Mill makes a dried soup mix that cooks up thick and creamy in less than an hour.  Simply called Vegi Soup Mix, it includes wholesome ingredients like yellow split peas, green split peas, barley, lentils, and small pasta.  One cup of dried mix simmered in four cups of water for under an hour feeds two comfortably, although doubling the recipe will leave those used to seconds more satisfied.  I added a small brown onion, carrot, and stalk of celery to the pot.  The beauty of keeping a dried mix on hand is that you are able to get a meal on the table quickly when you need to, though you are still able to build upon the basic recipe, layering flavors and customizing to suit your tastes when you have the time to be a bit pickier.  The Vegi Soup Mix brings me back to the early days of my marriage, when I was first learning to cook for Will.  I remember many a soup and stew cooked in our new kitchenware, including the Bob’s Red Mill mix — quite frequently, too.  We eventually bought some cookbooks, found new recipes, and forgot all about some of our old favorites.  I only thought to buy a bag of the mix again recently, when I spotted it in the health food store and realized that Piper might like it.  I’m happy to report that she did indeed enjoy the soup.  We did as well; I added just a bit of Bragg’s Liquid Aminos (like soy sauce) to my bowl, which made it taste even better.

For dessert we ate some homemade apple pumpkin muffins, which I put together using a recipe I found on the Minimalist Baker blog.  I like these because they are filled with healthy, comforting foods like pumpkin puree, rolled oats, flaxseed, sautéed apples, and cinnamon.  They turned out really well — soft and chewy on the inside, golden and a touch crisp on the outside.  I love the way some of them baked up with craggy tops, because of the way the batter settled around the apples.  On the way to Bob’s house to pick up eggs later on, we brought two over for he and his wife to eat.

Baking today felt really healing.  I know sugar isn’t exactly healthy, but something about swirling the spiced batter around in the old ceramic bowl, about watching the sifting flour fall like snow and form a miniature mountain peak as it settled once again, about tying on my apron, about biting into a soft apple — warm from the pan — just felt perfect.  It also must have been something about the late afternoon, how the sun looked through my windows and how the preheating oven radiated warmth throughout the kitchen.  Music, like Dave Matthews Band and Ray LaMontagne, filling the room and food with good vibes…


Treasures from the farmers market

We all enjoyed our visit to the farmers market this morning.  On our way over, we passed pumpkins, scarecrows, skeletons and ghosts on front porches and in trees.  The fresh October air and spirit of the season seemed to coax many people outside today.  Women carried their babies in slings on their hips as they darted from stand to stand.  Dogs as tall as some children stood in line for food with their companions.  As for us, we met up with our market friends and came home with many colorful treats, though not before we enjoyed some lunch with our old friend Kim.

At our friend Miriam’s stand, I felt captivated with all of the colorful produce.  We took home a bag of small, jewel-like heirloom tomatoes, one generous, ochre tinged cauliflower, a bag of baby kale, and a few ruddy heirloom apples.  From another stand, we bought a bag of Brussels sprouts.  We were also excited to see Adrian, The Bread Pedlar, peddling some delicious and freshly baked sourdough bread.  We dug right into a spelt boule and a whole wheat country loaf that was deliciously burned on top.  The last of our treasures is actually a little bag of pink Himalayan salt.  I enjoyed smelling the various smoked salts at this particular stand.  One of them reminded me so much of a campfire, and of being up in the mountains in North Carolina.  We had buried potatoes around the fire and almost forgot them when we were all through.  They ended up being very shriveled, but they were still so satisfying, even split between friends.

I’m getting hungry again just writing about all this.  Our lunch was delicious, too.  We ate at a new restaurant downtown.  The chef was very accommodating to our needs, and managed to help us pick out some tasty vegan options.  Will and I shared a generous portion of on-the-fly potato hash, to which the chef added some roasted root vegetables as well as the typical onion and pepper combo.  We also enjoyed splitting a grilled avocado and garden salsa sandwich, made with none other than the artisan sourdough bread baked up by The Bread Pedlar.  Good bread makes all the difference.

Later, I’d like to roast up some of the vegetables we took home and possibly mix them all up with some Israeli couscous for a quick dinner.  I love to eat the veg up when it’s still very fresh.

How was your Saturday?  What are the markets like where you are?


Farmer's market treasures

Farmers market treasures

Our garden and the thoughts that grow from it.

Our beets, Swiss chard, carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower seeds never sprouted.  Instead, two eggplants hang from a hardy plant where we never knowingly placed a seed.  A second generation of sunflowers has cropped up here and there, more as a result of messily feasting birds than of our own will.  We did share one radish last week.  The crisp bite encouraged us to plant several more rows, which appear fine.  Our string beans are slowly crawling up the lattice, though not quickly enough to escape some damage from unknown pests.  The weeds creep in where many of our seeds still sit dormant in the ground.  Two tiny cilantro seedlings are all that is left in the herb garden aside from a poor looking Genovese basil plant with only a few leaves clinging to its scrawny brown stalk.  Yet, winding around the wooden compost fence is none other than a beautiful Morning Glory vine in bloom, a relic from several seasons past.

What kind of funny tricks are these, where that which grows best requires the least effort, and that which we have labored long hours over seems to struggle the most?  Our garden is clearly telling us to “just Be.”  I have been so busy in the past weeks, and not very connected to my truest wants or needs — which involve, in a few words, becoming very un-busy.  Still.  In the past month and a half I have been sick several times, most recently with a 24hour stomach bug.  I wonder about the disconnect between my efforts and my body’s responses.  Despite a number of green juices, time spent at the gym, and plenty of home cooked and healthy vegan meals, I still wind up in some type of G.I. distress.

I think about the change of seasons, the recent Hunter’s moon, my inner voice calling for me to be still, telling me to purge unnecessary things, and to simplify.  My mind has been so active recently: I always want to do, try, make, go, think.  Yet, in breaking from routine there may be something to glean greater than the sense of accomplishment that comes with checking off a mental to-do list — a sense of calm, peace, knowingness and stillness that is always there, beneath the layers of conscious noise.  What beautiful surprises will crop up there, in that space?

Downtown Lakeland in the morning, and Will’s new blog.

Today we spent the early morning hours downtown.  We ambled through Munn Park, threw pennies into a small fountain, and walked along sidewalks, waiting for the shops to open.  Today, being the first Friday of the month, Lakeland will host an event downtown with local vendors, and the shops will stay open late.  I felt a certain frenetic energy in the air, though the only bustle was that of the coffee shop crowd wandering in and out of doors with drinks in hand.  Perhaps it was an anticipatory feeling, after reading the various signs warning: Event Today – No Parking After 3:00PM.  Being back downtown felt good.  There is a strange feeling of timelessness there.  People are friendly and say hello, know us by name.  We pick up where we left off months ago.  There’s a feeling of: this can only happen here.  A friend from the market is hanging a great big hand made Kraken from a second story building, its tentacles reaching over and through the wrought-iron gate on the balcony.  Everywhere else are small seasonal garden flags, posters advertising fall festivals and pumpkin spiced beverages, and benches accented with pots of basil along storefronts.  I am bubbling with laughter.

We greet our friend Yvonne just as she opens the doors to the Black Swan Bazaar.  Once, many years ago, Will and I wandered into her shop on a chilly evening.  She and her husband Richard greeted us with such warmth, and sent us home with a huge bundle of rosemary sprigs from their garden.  Another time when I was 9 months pregnant with Piper, Yvonne drove me to my car a few blocks away, as it was raining outside.  A special store run by special people indeed; the Black Swan Bazaar is home to plenty of local artisan work and vintage finds, ranging from handmade aprons and jewelry to garden décor, old books, retro kitchenware, records, repurposed furniture, and various other glimmering and glinting treasures.  In the very back of the store there is a section just for natural artisan soaps and candles by Kim, the kind lady who owns Rafa Natural.  Today I took home a couple of her candles — one smells of pumpkin and the other like lemon verbena.  In my dreams I’m burning them in a clean house and friends or family can drop by to drink a cup of tea I’ve brewed in my clean kitchen and we’re all sitting around the clean dining table chatting.  A work in progress, what can I say?

Will is home for lunch, and I want to spend some time with him.  He has a new blog now, where you can read about his journey to create and perform some original music in the next ten months, here.  I’ve just finished reading his most recent post and it’s wonderful and new for me, too.  Though I have heard him recount some of the stories he has shared already, and they are like cherished treasures to me, seeing them written down is somehow different and exciting.

Enjoy your weekend!

Inspiration, 2.

Today we made new friends who sent us home with a freshly laid egg from a hen that lives in their backyard.  We also trotted home with a brown bag that held a paper plate all covered in foil, with slices of grilled eggplant (picked from the same backyard this same morning), tucked carefully inside so as to stay piping hot.  Needless to say, when we got home the first thing we did was unwrap our treasure and dig in.  Afterward, still feeling a bit hungry, we fried the egg and put it on a slice of stale Challah (homemade several days ago for Rosh Hashanah), and savored each and every bite — and sopping up the little pool of dribbling yolk with more bread.  A morning — and meal — like that will get you thinking.  Mainly, I begin to feel grateful for all of the tiny bits of inspiration in my life lately.

For last month, when I read Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café.  That book was fun, and so refreshing to read.  It taught me something about perspective as it shifted points of view, settings, cultures, and time periods.  It reminded me about living, loving, aging, and what it’s like to do so as a woman.

For yoga, and finally getting back to the gym.  I’ve been hesitant about writing about my recommitment to exercise as well as to yoga, because staying on course can be very challenging for me at times.  I’m a bit superstitious in that I worry if I write or think too much about it, I may begin to develop ridiculous expectations.  Right now I’m taking each day as it comes, and I’m trying to carve out time on the mat and at the gym because it feels right, and feels strengthening.  I will say that for days when I am exhausted, I love popping in one DVD that I have, I think the title is Yoga for Stress Relief and Relaxation.  The pace of the practice is extremely slow and incorporates breath work like deep Ujjayi breathing and alternate nostril breathing.  There are a lot of variations on seated forward folds and twists, as well as an awesome pose for cranial massage.

For the Winter Garden farmer’s market, where we bought a basketful of organic and local produce such as: broccolini, golden beets, kale, burgundy okra, cilantro, basil, Swiss chard, and garlic.  It is there where we also sat under the sun listening to a classical guitarist playing Paco de Lucia, and sipped on freshly blended smoothies that tasted of turmeric, cinnamon, banana, and coconut (and nibbled on fresh flax crackers).

For Dandelion Communitea Café, where though I have a tendency to eat until my stomach hurts, I can find a tongue tingling hot vegan tempeh chili with “cheese” sauce, as well as vegan nachos, brownies, nut butter and fluff sandwiches to dip in chocolate, and an entire kids selection where I can build my two year old daughter a bowl that includes power foods like quinoa, chickpeas, broccoli, and apples (with green goddess dressing on top).

I could go on, and yet I feel like I should end here.  Have an inspiring week — and please, let me know what has been fueling you physically and creatively as of late?


Meze 119

Does the mention of iced green juice, a trio of exotic dips with pita bread and spicy homemade vegetable soup served hot set your stomach grumbling?  What about pita stuffed with warm falafel, Israeli salad, and a generous drizzle of tahini sauce?  Stuffed pepper filled with sautéed mushrooms, a “mélange” of greens, and wheat berries that pop in your mouth when you bite into them? Will and I enjoyed all this and (just a bit) more when we ventured into Meze 119, a tiny vegetarian bistro located in the heart of St. Petersburg, FL.

Cozied up into a corner booth accented with colorful pillows, we started our meal with aforementioned green juice and then proceeded to nosh on a platter of dips including olive hummus, fava bean dip, and hummus topped with schug (a hot pepper paste that I love).  The restaurant offers a variety of starters, including even more dips. The one critique I have is that I wish the spreads were brought up to room temperature, but then I realize I am being picky.

After appetizers we enjoyed a small bowl of soup that (gasp) actually came hot!  How many times have you had soup come only warm, or worse–arrive cold? We have certainly experienced our fair share of this phenomenon, and so were delighted when we sipped our soup hot through to the last spoonful.  This was soup from Mama that warmed you on the inside and held no pretenses.  Squash and eggplant were cut large, and softened sundried tomatoes floated in each bowl.  Though the portion seemed small, it proved satisfying while still leaving room for our entrees.

In somewhat of a reversal of the norm for us, Will ordered the stuffed pepper and I ordered the falafel pita.  Both meals were delicious in different ways. Will’s entrée tasted earthy and yet looked so elegant with the wheat berry filling sort of neatly overflowing onto a plate drizzled with balsamic reduction swirls.  My own meal had a roundness of flavor that seemed to satisfy every taste craving at that moment — think nutty, mellow, creamy, crunchy, warm.

The last two indulgences deserve a space all their own in this post.  I will begin with the potato wedges that came with my meal.  I cannot say that I have ever eaten or cooked such flavorsome potatoes in my life!  Again, I must give credit for their arriving hot.  Yet freshness aside, they tasted unbelievable. Think crisp on the outside and light and airy  on the inside, with bits of garlic clinging to their golden exteriors.  Think, vinegar? Is that vinegar? These potato “chips” had an elusive tang that both Will and I loved.  The hot tahini dipping sauce served with them took this apparent side over the edge and really made it feel like a satisfying meal of its own.

Finally: decadence.  Two generous scoops of vegan vanilla ice cream sandwiched between two vegan chocolate chip cookies that the cooks somehow baked soft and fudgy.  Cold, melt-in-your-mouth vanilla set against chewy chocolate bliss.  We were giddy at this point, filled with mirth that would last us into the evening.  Thank you, Meze 119!

On our anniversary

For three years we have fed one another, nurtured one another, and loved one another.  This morning I woke up to the deepest chocolate cupcakes with jelly-red hearts swimming in ganache in celebration of our anniversary.  You came home to a humble meal of rice and vegetables with tofu — humble and satisfying, nourishing.  Our love is like that; surprising and rich like the mere sight of a Mexican hot chocolate cupcake on a Wednesday morning before I even had a glass of water.  Comforting, like a bowl filled with the softest rice.  I like to savor our love like the scent of ginger and garlic wafting from the kitchen during dinnertime.  Like one of the last pieces of tofu, and though my belly is full I still want more because it just tastes so good.

Happy anniversary, Will (hugs and dos equis to you, too.)


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