recipe from a friend: cherry tomato tart with pesto and ricotta

tomato tart | conifères et feuillus food blog
I’ll give you everything I am, all my broken heartbeats, until I know you’ll understand.
And I will make sure to keep my distance, say I love you when you’re not listening.  -Christina Perri

I was recently reminded of a beautiful friend. It’s strange that I would need to be reminded of him because there was once a time when it was only him.cherry tomato tart with pesto and ricotta | conifères & feuillus
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shades of blue – part 3: blueberry lemon cake with cinnamon

blueberry lemon cake with cinnamon | conifères et feuillus food blog

I’ll paint my mood in shades of blue, paint my soul to be with you. -Céline Dion

Years ago, when we were but newlyweds, while hiking in the Charlevoix region of Québec, we noticed blueberry shrubs growing all along the side of the trail. They were the famous bleuets sauvages, the wild blueberries of Québec. They have been thriving here for thousands of years, native to the glacial soils of our boreal forests. It was early in the season and the berries were young and green. But how ever young and green they were, they were waiting; waiting for eager hands to seek them when the time was right, when they would be ripened to shades of blue.blueberry lemon cake with cinnamon | conifères & feuillus Continue reading “shades of blue – part 3: blueberry lemon cake with cinnamon”

shades of blue: breakfast blueberry oatmeal muffins

whole wheat breakfast blueberry muffins; conifères et feuillus

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance- pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thought. -William Shakespeare

breakfast blueberry oatmeal muffins | conifères & feuillusI love summer mornings when I can wake up with the sunrise and the world (it seems), as well as my loves, are still asleep and quiet. And I have time to sort out my thoughts. I do this best in my kitchen while measuring and weighing, mixing ingredients and watching something great come together.

In this quiet solitude, I take out my hurts and pains; so many shades of blue. I weigh and measure them as I do my ingredients. Some remain raw and heavy as they were the day they happened and I sink them quickly into the deepest, darkest oceans of my thought. In these quiet mornings, I look for answers. That never seem to come. But a walk in my garden always lifts me up; on dew laden grass, barefoot. I hear bird songs over scents of rosemary. I see the miracles of petals and leaves, and small creatures, and the beauty of life and decay and the fragility of it all.

Life is fragile. We are fragile. And we damage easily. But the thing about life is that another morning still comes and begins a new day with a new sunrise and if we are lucky enough to have that, then we should be grateful and make the most of it; weighing and measuring what we have and making something great out of it. Continue reading “shades of blue: breakfast blueberry oatmeal muffins”