fun food reads

This is just for fun 🙂 A collection of food-related reads I have thoroughly enjoyed:


Circus Peanut Soup; I am utterly fascinated by the grossness of this idea… and am still wondering if he actually did it.. and ate it. A gem from Ken Albala’s Food Rant blog.

Food For Midwesterners; What? An entire post devoted to a classic Midwestern meal – beef and noodles? She ups the class level on this simple dish by adding wine and calling it ‘braised beef’ instead of ‘boiled beef’ as her superhero husband does… way to go Carly!

Roasting Balls of Heaven; You will never think of Brussels sprouts in the same way.. nor will you spell their name incorrectly like I have for the past – 23 – years. Can’t wait to get my hands on some little rose cabbages and try this recipe… plus, I love this chef’s food rants!

Sweet Potato Fries; Oh.My.Word. This young lady from upstate New York is not only my state-neighbor (howdy neighbor!) but she is an awesome cook and kindred kitchen spirit. She just started her blog and I am *rather* excited to see what comes of it… I have already tried the fries – they are fabulous. Fabulous. Trust me. This Post is also very much worth reading though it has nothing to do with cooking…

Coconut Chocolate Chews?; Um, yes please? I am destined to make these… and just about everything else featured on this incredibly lovely, inspiring site.

So there you have it, five fun food ‘things’ to brighten, educate, inspire and enliven your culinary life…..


inspire me to taste

Ever have one of those moments when you think that, if you don’t eat a donut soon, You Will Die? I am having one of those moments right now. Right now.

Good thing the nearest fry daddy is 45 minutes away or my teeth would be sinking into something I would regret come morning.

Oh- the cruelty of it all.

Anyway- that isn’t really what I have come here to say. I have come to talk about inspiration, things that inspire me to cook and write, often at the same time. While wandering around a little bookshop in Burlington the other weekend, I found Julia Child’s book, “My Life in France”. How Exciting. I have wanted to read this book for quite some time and here it was, sitting on the shelf at a reasonable price, and I even had money to buy it. So I did. I started reading it today and fell in love before I had finished the first chapter.

Who *couldn’t* fall in love with the ever-lovely Julia Child and her dear husband Paul? She is so enthusiastic and warm in her approach to life and her descriptions of Paul are charmingly etched with love. She tells the story of their transplant to Paris in the late 1940s, settling in with the natives, learning to cook and finally figuring out ‘who she was’ with such delight and intimacy that chapter after chapter turned and I found myself being truly connected to her and excited for her discoveries and adventures.

She inspires me with her effortless grace that is something less than graceful; I love that she can’t fit in the Paris fashions and yet so eagerly ‘goes native’, all six-foot-two of her. I adore her honest, decadent way of describing meals she eats- words that can only be written by one who has truly Loved the meal without reservation or disguise. There is nothing ‘cool’ or hesitant about her involvement with food and it fascinates me to read about the awakening of her passion for it under the rigorous and heart-felt instruction of a people who have known what it is to hunger. Perhaps that is why they are so attentive to their cuisine? It is a national treasure to them, one Julia discovered and was instrumental in making available to those of us who may never see the ‘winking lights’ of Paris.

I have great hopes of making some of the incredible sounding dishes she describes such as, “sole meuniere” and “oeufs brouilles“, the second being a glorified version of our rather homely scrambled eggs. Who knew there was a *right* way and a *wrong* way to scramble eggs? I don’t think I will ever, ever make them again with my customary, calloused ignorance.

I eat too fast and I don’t think about what I am eating half the time. If I do think about it, it is usually a vague, nagging worry that it will make me fat or some such horrific thing.

This Must Change.

Goutez! Goutez!” The little head chef at the cooking school Julia study at would say, “Taste! Taste!”

You must taste and teach yourself to taste well, to appreciate the good tastes, develop them and savor them while they last.

So. That’s what is inspiring me this week in the kitchen- and every where else, really. Taste! Taste!

Julia Child tasted like most people never allow themselves to, this is why she is inspiring to me.

The End.

my favorite poem

If I were to live my life 
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers 
at the bottom of a pond 
and you were to come by 
   one evening
when the moon was shining 
down into my dark home 
and stand there at the edge 
   of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful 
here by this pond.  I wish 
   somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish 
friend and drive such lonely 
thoughts from your mind 
and suddenly you would be
   at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder 
if there are any catfish 
in this pond?  It seems like 
a perfect place for them."

- - by Richard Brautigan

rainy morning

Woke up to a world soaked with rain.

Autumn rain is so different from the storms that come in Spring or Summer. The rain in Summer is so loud- smacking the leaves and eaves and the pavement on the roads, and autumn rain, no matter how drenching the downpour, always gives the appearance that the world is slowly melting.

Like silent tears, the rain drops gather on telephone wires and swell until their weight causes them to fall to the soaked earth below. The maple tree outside my window creates a canopy in the summer that harsh rains bounce against, protecting the underneath from the storm. Now, the slow rain leaks through the leaves, rolls down them, penetrates and the tree appears to be weeping.

So, rainy day ahead. I’ll go brew some tea and probably finish my book…..