So… as it turned out, I was right not to trust the suspiciously innocent-looking blue skies I mentioned last time – a serious case of November-in-March-ick, thunder- and hailstorm and massive amounts of… lukewarm drizzle being blown around (and under* any defense you might have put on/up) by the storm included came to pay us a visit since then to really, really get us into the right mood for Spring. Meanwhile, the first edible signs of Spring are popping up all over the markets, our first Asparagus, for example.
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~
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, here it is! The shyest guest on our regional “berry parade VIP” list: the humble Blackcurrant. To me, admittedly a roaring menace to our region’s supply of blackcurrants, it actually feels like their season is getting shorter each year, but well… all the more reason to make every single berry count, right~?
As promised, here’s Part #2 of my Spring Celebration 2020, the Main Dish – or simply “Dinner”~ Usually, I make this a little earlier in the year – only up until Easter, to be precise. See, years ago Hubby and I discovered a little stand on our Farmer’s Market selling all sorts of smoked freshwater fish, “fresh” out of their own ponds in the mountains not far away. Between November and March/April, their display also sports an inconspicuous, ice-filled box that, on closer inspection, contains the most beautiful and mouthwatering looking sides of salmon – also fresh out of their ponds and… well, even more delicious than their looks could possibly hint at.
Alright, with all the unsettling hubbub that’s going on around us at the moment, it’s getting harder and harder to stay relaxed and calm 24/7. Of course, if we take a couple of moments to actually settle down and listen, the foodie-part within us, may have something to say that might just save the day.
It’s getting warmer outside, the first flowers are sticking their heads out of the soaked soil and the first little travelers of the season have arrived and taken up the stage in the trees outside, merrily singing us a song every morning (Fantastic way to wake up, even if it’s the song of a literal early bird!). It seems, Spring is nosing its way in – About time, too~!
Since the ongoing signature pre-spring weirdness of February still isn’t showing any signs of letting us off the hook for even a little while, the only way to catch a couple of sunbeams that aren’t immediately chased away by (thunder) storms these days is… to cook them up ourselves.
The first thing that sprang to mind when I started to think about sunny foods was this deliciously zingy cheesecake I often whip up during the Springtime garden-party season just before the heat of Summer hits us, blowing any motivation to gather, cook or eat to bits wrecking-ball-style.
All right folks, get out your welcome mats~! Holiday Season is fast approaching, with all its obligations, family gatherings and social shindigs in tow. What better opportunity than this to dust off some fingerfood related recipes~! Oooooor to unobtrusively hide a large-scale taste-testing of one/more of your dishes-in-development beneath the cover of a fingerfood platter… *cough*
Back on solid ground! Sort of. I think… Well, I suppose you guys know how busy things can get as soon as you get off a plane and return to day-to-day business after a vacation. Busy enough for time and space to seemingly bend around you, forming a sneaky little bubble while you’re not looking. Those bubbles, on top of everything else, have a nasty penchant to Shanghai you by popping you out into full awareness (and possibly panic-mode… with a ginormic headache to boot) about a week later, and, of course, leaving you to figure out where on earth the last week went all by your lonesome.