Cheesy Roasted Eggplant Pie, Tomatoes, Basil Recipe
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Here’s hoping you had a lovely Thanksgiving along with the blessings of sharing a wonderful meal and happy times with family and friends.
Among the treasures of Thanksgiving are the time honored foods we embrace as memorable favorites, those continually prepared traditional dishes lovingly shared between families and friends. This festive holiday also enables us a special time when we pause for that fleeting brief moment and give thanks for the many blessings that we have in our […]
Last week I officially found myself at the place any self-respecting food blogger should not be, and that is after three and a half years going a whole week without posting. By now we’ve experienced a couple of early frost days, some heavy rains, and, most of all, some of fall’s beautifully clear, picture perfect, […]
A long and bountiful summer garden it has been. Plucking off the last of the producing plants fruit and vegetable stems before yanking out the assorted roots and shaking off the clumps mixed between flying specks of rich, dark soil has a certain finality to it, one too, not without a bit of sadness. Still, […]
Planting vegetables in the backyard garden sometimes seems similar to setting up a new recipe, you decide on your ingredients, then later on, change it up a bit, a little extra of this, a little extra of that, or perhaps, even a little less. Which then brings me to Rainbow Chard, and that in next […]
Pressed for time, having been away over the weekend, I was rapidly removing some of the final ingredients from the rickety metal cart and tossing them onto the moving belt up to the register at the Korean Market when she called. What? Already at my house? But we said 10:30, it was merely ten till […]
Doop de doop de doo. It was the sort of made up chime she would sing out loud to herself while busily cooking in the small kitchen, who’s broad window spanned the width of the maple table, facing the large dogwood tree in the front yard. Uncle Mike had planted it.