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,…
Spring
fennel syrup
I have a fennel problem. Well, Danny refers to it as a problem. I think it’s perfectly fine that from December through June I would like to eat something with fennel in it every single…
baked halibut with asparagus, leeks, and dill
We’ve been longing for spring around here. Rain. That’s what we’ve had. Rain. I don’t complain about the rain. We live in the Seattle area. It rains here, especially in the winter. We don’t have banks…
gluten-free rhubarb muffins
Warm muffins just out of the oven. The sour-sweet kick-in-the-mouth taste of rhubarb this time of year, sliding through each tender bite. Soft as sighs. I’ve been thinking about making these muffins since I saw the…
roasted asparagus frittata
It is finally spring around here. This may have been the mildest winter in Seattle history, weather-wise, but it was a long one in this house. I’ve written about that here before. No need to repeat.…
asparagus salad with walnuts and Mizithra
Thank you. For days I have been speechless. The stories that arrived on the comment section of the post I put up last week left me in awe. All day Thursday, when I wasn’t with…
quinoa with spring vegetables and walnut-kale pesto
Five days a week, just about 2 o’clock, Lu and I stand by the door for kisses. She waves her hand vigorously, then asks me to stand her up on the windowsill to wave and…
chanterelles with thyme
Have you tried chanterelles before? They look like they come from the earth, don’t they? I love seeing them splayed out in this rough-hewn box at the farmers’ market, since I know the folks at…
Irish soda bread buns
So we’re back from Arizona for less than 24 hours. The suitcases are spilling clothes, the living room is cluttered with opened books and toddler shoes, and the refrigerator needs cleaning. Besides that fact, I…
ripe strawberries
On Saturday afternoon, my friend Tea and I walked around the farmers’ market slowly. Even though it was towards the end of market day, the farmers all looked happy, their stands nearly empty. The sun…