
Don’t you love a treasure hunt? I think that’s why I love picking berries so much. Poking around under leaves in search of the next stash of sweetness. I grew…

So, I had these fava beans. And I needed to figure out what to do with them. When I bought them at the market, I was going to do a…

I’ve had a song stuck in my head for the past couple of weeks. It’s Corinne Bailey Rae‘s Put Your Records On, and it’s stuck in a good way, not…

I’m not sure why, but whenever I’m at the farmer’s market and pass by the apricot stand, I simply can’t resist picking up a “grab bag” whether or not I…

I’m a bit of a romantic at times. I don’t mean the roses and perfumey kind. I mean the idealizing kind. The kind that, on a whim with my significant…

The University District farmers market is one of the bigger and better neighborhood markets, and even at the first booth, I feel like a kid in a candy store. I…

It’s probably a good idea that I spent the first 38 years of my life not knowing that it was so incredibly simple to make pâte à choux, the airy…

This is not a pretty cake on first glance. The moment the cherry upside down cake is freed from its pan, the only pretty it could be considered is pretty…

Wednesdays, in Seattle summers, are organic market days. The cobblestone road outside the Pike Place Market gets blocked off to traffic, and organic farms set-up their stands with all organic,…

I did it. I got back on the horse. Or, at least, on the mandolin. This time VERY, VERY safely. But, there was just no way, despite the havoc it’s…

About a month ago, a local spice maker contacted me about trying their spice mixes. I said I’d be happy to give them a try, and send some feedback because…

As many of you know if you read my post on Carli’s Bees Cheese, cancer has had a big impact on our family. We have lost those dear to us,…