Salads

a cauliflower geek

It was Saturday morning, a hot morning in July. As always, we woke up thinking about the farmers’ market. Should we buy a side of salmon from Mike? Don’t forget the bacon. Would Michelle still…

tiny mind — open

First, there was New York. Specifically, I mean that we flew to New York for a week’s worth of book events and small moments of light on the city streets and subways before heading to Italy.…

this wacko place

In the last week, we visited a school Lu could attend next year. It’s set on 8 acres, has 2 goats, a flock of chickens bopping around the grass, a vegetable garden the kids grow…

listening to my lunch

Thwack. I smack the knife down, through the yielding flesh of the roasted sweet potato, and onto the white cutting board. This one is ready. Slurp. Time for more coffee before I start. The bitterness, the…

knowing more now

When I was a kid, salads only meant one thing: iceberg lettuce torn into shreds, chopped-up tomatoes, croutons from a Marie Callender’s bag, and a glug of dressing from a bottle. Mostly, we liked ranch…

a word from our sponsor: Sabra

We’re big hummus fans around here. With ribs of celery, sliced carrots, and the occasional corn chip, we scoop up the hummus in our house. I just read, in a book called Smart Chefs Stay…

pretty sure he likes me

My husband knows me better than anyone alive. He knows when to look deep into my eyes and hold me when I’m feeling down. He knows to follow that soulful look with a well-placed fart…

letting her fly.

This is our girl. Our Lucy girl. Lucy turned four this summer, a summer of laughter and splashing in the pool every day, a summer of long days playing in the yard, evenings at the beach,…

spring quinoa salad

It’s finally, finally spring around here. The skies above this island, and the entire Puget Sound area, are fickle at best in March and April. Much of the time, those skies glower in dark grey,…