Eating and living locally . . . mindfully . . . simply.
One of the ways I prepare for a cross-cultural experience is to remind myself of the worldview that I have. I am an American, and as such I have values and beliefs that seem odd to the rest of the world. I need to be aware of them (many are subconscious) so that I do not inadvertently judge the people who I will be meeting.
Yesterday I attended my first foraging class. Lisa Rose Starner is offering a monthly series of walks around Trillium Haven Farm, which is where I’m a CSA member. I haven’t had that much fun tromping around in fields since I was a kid.
I’ve been a member of Black Star’s wine club for five years now. It feels like Christmas every three months when we get our shipment. So when California Wine Club asked me to review their wines, I jumped at the chance!
Yesterday I received some sourdough pizza dough from my friend Cindy. My herdshare provides me with too much raw milk so I trade her my extra gallons for yummy baked goods. Definitely a win-win. I knew I wanted to do something special with it. So many options!
Actually, the title of this recipe is a bit of a misnomer since I made it in the slow cooker. You can find the original, which is made in an oven, here. Or continue reading for my adaptations.
For some reason, trips always seem more “real” once I get the plane tickets. Next week I’ll be booking my flight to Uganda, and I’m super excited!
I’m republishing this recipe from last year because I was recently given a large sorrel plant from my friend Holly–I see another batch of this in the near future!
I went to see my friend Holly today at the Franklin Farm. We used to work together. I really miss her! I had forgotten what a kindred spirit she is. She saw that I wanted herbs on FaceBook and offered to give me some of hers that needed to be divided. So I stopped by and toured the Franklin Farm.
I picked up 3 pounds of asparagus at the farmer’s market on Saturday, intending to bring it to my Mom & Dad’s for Sunday lunch. I had forgotten that my Dad has it in his garden. Oops. So now DH and I have to figure out how to eat 3 pounds of asparagus, which won’t be hard. Tonight I made this main dish from The Food Matters Cookbook by Mark Bittman.
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