It’s February. It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s wet. It could be miserable… but there’s a golden light at the end of the tunnel! A light that certainly lifted my spirits out of the ick as soon as I spotted a soft yellow-golden glow beneath the pile of apples in my pantry – and I hope I can spread that comforting glow out to you guys with this recipe as well~
You guys know I love our little weekly trips to the farmer’s market – and once more, I have a “Here’s Why” for you~ Amongst many other delicious little things, colorful produce, artisan producst and funky veggies and fruit you’ve never seen before, you might also discover the odd PRODUCE GUY, caps intended, of the mad-scientist variety. With his own greenhouse and parapenalia just waiting to either scare you and your tastebuds away or jump-start you and your winter-hibernating tastebuds into a madcap tapdance at a moments notice.
Happy new year, everyone! As always, I welcome the new year with a scrumptious breakfast spread to start off on the right foot, get into the groove, so to speak, and celebrate a new chapter with our tastebuds tickled in all the right places. And what better time is there than a New Year’s breakfast to indulge in not having to make decisions – and taking a little bit of everything instead~? This time around I’ve got options for you guys! So let’s get this show on the road~
Weeeee~! It’s here! Despite the lack of general Christmasness in it’s usual places around town, the gig is undeniably close! Since, for obvious and understandable reasons, the world outside fails at truly being Holly and/or Jolly, both states are something to be grown, nourished and cherished on the inside – all the more reason to get excited about the whole thing, in a way~ And what better seed is there to tick all the boxes in that regard than chocolate?
For the last 3 or 4 weeks, Mother Nature has given us her best Confetti Parade impression – an artist gone nuts wih a palette of yellows, reds, browns and greens… and everything in between. All the while, the sun was giving the scenery her best smile in support of the shenanigans below. Hiking through our put-professionally-photoshopped-autumn-postcards-to-shame forests has been an absolutely breathtaking blast, let me tell you!
I know, I know… I just shared a salad recipe with you last time but… the shere fun of that one in combination with the currently relatively mild temperatures outside made me want more! This one’s a much loved health-nut-approved quick-fix and a true autumn classic in our neck of the woods.
In case you’ve been following my footsteps through the world of all things delicious for some time, you’ve probably noticed that a) I’m a bit shy with sweets in general and b) apart from a weak spot for a piece of brownie that appears about once a year, I’m not a cake person. Never been one, actually, despite my grandma’s best efforts. So when I suggested a visit to a tea house famous for it’s cakes – one that I’ve been reading about everywhere I looked while researching the tasty aspects of Madeira before our first trip all those years ago – Hubby and I were actually equally… surprised, to say the least.
September, golden September! Wine Harvest, anything involving grapes and related outdoorsy things you can do during these times, hikes, excursions and picnics – all asking for delicious little bites to recharge hike-depleted batteries or soak up some of the liquids that may have been sampled along the way!
Ah… Summer. Summer in the city, to be precise. Not all that comfy at times, but lucky for us, our hometown is bracketed by mountain ranges, all conveniently covered in the signature lush, pillowy dark greens of the middle mountains, dotted with a few splotches of red and yellow here and there. Whenever the hubbub of the city is getting to us, we simply hit the road, our picnic stuff, hiking boots and a bottle of water in tow, following the cool, calm and serene call of the forest.
You’d think that knowing of a certain events’ approach, seeing as it’s actually an annually re-occuring event, would cushion the touchdown of said event. Of course, I’m talking Summer-Break. A third of the office is well, out of the office – or rather “Home Office” – one third is dreamily anticipating being out of the office and the other third has one foot out of the door already, counting down in hours and seconds rather than weeks.