We are looking for participants...
hey hey cousin Josephine!
...to take part in the final story of the series “Gardening from Coast to Coast”.
Send in a photo of your edible plot with a short paragraph of why you love growing food.
It can be a pot of herbs on your patio or an entire garden....all is welcome.
When Taste Buds Grow up
People often assume I've been cooking all my life. Indeed I have if you count PBJ's and Kraft Mac n Cheese.
I was raised thinking spinach was slimy off-green came a can, just add salt and vinegar to the mush, to have muscles like Popeye. The cheese of choice was a giant railroad track-shaped orange squishy substance called Velveeta. Chinese food also came in a can, which you heat and pour over crunchy fried twigs. With a douse of soy sauce, this was the one and only Chicken Chow Mein. For serious protein, simply fill a glass with very hot faucet water, dunk in a hot dog, and within moments it's ready for its bun!
Then of course there was celery. ...
The One and Only Nicoise by Julia Child
It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it.” -Julia Child
When I first met my husband I was surprised to discover this "spicy man" had an unusual favorite dish: Nicoise Salad. It was then that I began my search for a delectable recipe to satisfy his craving.
And who better to learn how to make a terrific Nicoise salad than Julia? To this day, it still stands as the Best Nicoise he has ever had.
Julia Child was the Queen of French cooking. When I research her recipes, I find that her techniques are solid and there is an uncommon quality to them that showcases her love and understanding of food and creativity in the kitchen; she was beyond her time and her TV show changed the world of cooking. Her overall "klutziness" in the kitchen (or perhaps she was just tipsy?) is uncommon to see, yet utterly adorable and proves to be just as entertaining as tasting her creations!
Craving Nicoise? Click here for the recipe.
The Box Lady
Recently, I saw this sign someone made out of old wood, and it took me deep in thought, to a moment - a story, a good deal of years back....
Seated outside a restaurant one evening enjoying dinner, I kept noticing a worn looking woman pushing grocery carts full of folded boxes. She would pass by again and again, aware of her surroundings, yet focused on her task in her own hurried world. Later, as I headed to my car, I rounded the corner to find a large group of grocery carts, neatly lined up, each stacked high with folded boxes. Out of my mouth stumbled, "Wow that's a lot of boxes." Then I noticed the woman. Her eyes peered out at me through her gray fuzzy hair. We looked at each other, her hooded coat framing her deeply lined face. Then she was back to work, not interested in me, or what I thought of her possessions...
Kick off your Kickers!
I find everyday I live & breathe to be a gift.