In The Christmas Chronicles, Nigel Slater writes “I am never happier than when there is frost on the roof and a fire in the hearth.” Somehow, I know just how he feels. Though it has been over twenty years since I last experienced a New England autumn, the memories of the season are written in… Continue reading Autumn thoughts on Sunday afternoon
The first farmers’ market of the season took place today. We shopped for produce between rainfalls. We brought home a few heavy bagfuls of goodies, but the star of the morning for me was the baby eggplants Miriam was selling at her booth. I gravitated toward Nigel Slater’s book Tender to prepare these gems. With… Continue reading Eggplant stew on a Saturday
We are enjoying a gloriously rainy morning, complete with rolling clouds and claps of thunder. Holed up in the house, I spent the morning feeding Piper hot pancakes, scrambled eggs (from beautiful local hens), strawberry slices and orange juice. I’m in the mood for breakfast lately, and frequently indulging in long drawn out meals with… Continue reading Breakfast indulgences and garden notes on a rainy Thursday afternoon
Warm wedges of chili flecked sweet potato pulled from the oven offer up a tangible aroma that wafts through the house, enticing hungry bellies. One large sweet potato quartered, then cut into wedges, yields just the right amount for a midday snack shared between two people. The recipe I followed calls for tossing the pieces in olive… Continue reading The comforts of sweet potato wedges and a few good books.