January is my favourite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings. —Anne Truitt
Spring’s promises, autumn keeps.
Winter’s secrets, summer reveals.
The notion of implied meaning is the root of misunderstanding. —Eric Parslow
Every time I make this soup, I always feel that it came to be from a misunderstanding, that it should really be made with sunchokes, the root vegetable (otherwise known as Jerusalem artichokes, which aren’t artichokes or from Jerusalem, for that matter), instead of with globe artichokes.
Deep roots are not reached by frost. —J.R.R. Tolkien
As easy as pie.
There’s something about pie, any kind of pie— gorgeous lattice top pies or rustic galettes, deep dish or pot pies, sweet or savory, fruit or vegetable, cheesy or meaty, hand pies from every corner of the earth… there’s something about taking pastry dough and wrapping it around, partially or completely, some kind of filling that makes it simply irresistible. Continue reading “roasted autumn vegetable pot pies”
The tomato-eggplant combination is a mighty good one. That would explain why just about every corner of the globe has its version of a dish featuring this combination. While I love this combination in every version, the one that I make most often is this Indian curry.
Continue reading “spicy tomato & eggplant curry”
I have loved you for a thousand years,
I’ll love you for a thousand more. -Christina Perri
My husband, John, and I dated during tumultuous times in our lives. Tumultuous because we were both at the dawning of our careers and were assiduously travelling around the globe on assignment; John, more often than I, and often on a moment’s notice. These were the days before smartphones and even smarter apps and if all our free time together was being spent on the burgeoning romance, then all our savings were being depleted on long distance phone calls. When John found himself with a week to spare in between two European assignments, he asked me to meet him in Marseilles. At the time, I knew very little about Provence and I wondered “Why not Paris?” but I easily accepted just the same. Continue reading “a thousand years & classic ratatouille”