Thursday, April 28, 2011

What is in there?

Without proper diet medicine is of no use, with proper diet medicine is of no need.
— Ancient Ayurvedic precept

I get the feeling that if we start only eating foods that have 100% ingredients that we actually know what they are...
well, the whole world would change. Think about it.

Friday, April 22, 2011

the stubborn and slow springtime

So far, this spring season has been a big ol' bummer. It's been colder than average, cloudier than necessary (yes, I decide what's necessary), and just miserable. My unheated greenhouse is not what it was last year. So far, not a single tomato or pepper seed has sprouted. Plenty of basil, chamomile, oregano, thyme, sage, dill, broccoli, cabbage, onions, and zinnia... you'd think I would be grateful for what I have... and, I am. BUT, I need those mater and peppers to sprout or there will not be time for them to mature in this short New England season. If I have to buy plants, I will have to go light on my crop .(the heirlooms cost a fortune!)
Instead of 40 tomato plants, I'll have 6. I will also have to settle for the varieties that the grower chose, instead of the funky ones I spent my winter dreaming about.
So sad. Not end of the world sad, but sad in a way that I feel a little spoiled complaining about yet not enough to stop me from feeling slighted by Mother Nature.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


Yesterday, the new Bon Appetit arrived in the mail. For me, this is a big deal. This is my food porn. I kept it in it's plastic wrapper until I had the opportunity to sneak away to the tub with a glass of Montes Cab and some much needed bubble time. Cover to cover... AWESOME!!!!!;-
"The Italy Issue" is a wonder of yum and delish and ooooooohhhhhh and ahhhhh. I am thinking now that running away to Italy sounds like the best idea ever. Or, I could just stay here and cook my little ass off until it smells and feels like Italy.
There are recipes for making your own sodas, chocolate tiramisu, and a raw salmon salsa that has me drooling. I dream in food. And, no, I am not pregnant, just bloated and fat, thank you very much.
Bartender! I'll have a Negroni... make a a double!