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I am a big lover of deviled eggs and an equal “disliker” of their preparation, so I landed upon a nice “hack” where I mix mayo, mustard, and pickle relish in a jar, to my best estimate of topping a dozen eggs, and keep it in the fridge. When I get a hankering, I peel however many I like, smear a little or a lot on the halves, and I am good to go. So simple, yet so pleasing. I sometimes add a slice of cowboy candy for that chef’s kiss.

On car outings, we arrive home through the garage, which is right next to the kitchen, and my first stop, though I probably ought to take the additional 20 steps to the door knob of usual storage, is the countertop where I plop my purse. Lucky me, that on this particular day, it was such a nice photo moment! The purse is my very favorite in color and cross-body style, bought several years ago from a company in Ukraine. I have another, as well, in equally beautiful tooled brown leather, a little more hippie, with oak leaves and acorns. I pray for the makers health and safety every time I wear them. Slava Ukraini!

At the store one day they had frozen mussels out of the shells on sale! I made a bouillabaisse kind of soup with fennel and saffron, a little rouille, and we slathered and dipped bread to our heart’s content.

A jazzed up ramen, where I added gochujang to the broth and made bite-size pork meatballs. The tops!

The first of spring brought robin season and their penchant for mass gatherings. It is a very happy time to watch them hopping about and waiting mostly patiently for their kin to take a bath before their own turn comes up.

We’ve also had a daily visit from a crow with a wonky leg, dipping food in the water and taking sweet, slow sips. I love wildlife!

Also, your eyes are not wonky, that circle in the middle is one of the myriad reflectors that keep all manner of bird from bashing into the windows.

Grapes sprinkled with pulverized dried rosemary, salt, and olive oil, waiting for the oven to heat up and be roasted to perfection.

Sweetness at the very end, a lemon cake with vanilla frosting. Happy day to you, gentle reader…

Hiya, hiya – Happy Almost April! To quote Han Solo, “We’re all fine here, now, thank you. How are you?”

I’m listening to Joe Cocker, singing about friends, which is never a bad thing, the sun is shining, and my spirits are high. A dog walk is imminent. Life is also a bit weird, honestly. We are full on spring after the least wintery winter of my Colorado memory. It snowed three times, two of which were quite substantial, and the other, a lovely sugar coating that melted in an instant. Life in the wild weather west, my friends.

As our usual good luck would have it, we continue to eat delicious, home cooked meals, love each other the best way we possibly can, and exercise our bodies strong.

The highlights:

Pizza! We are loving our oven and the perfect crustiness of it.

Do you know about the trick where you whip instant coffee crystals, sugar, and water into the most delectable foam? I don’t understand the chemistry behind it requiring instant, but I am on board, especially when, on an unseasonably warm afternoon, we are craving something a little bitter, a little sweet, and cold, cold, cold.

When we lived in Portland, and well before my intestines rejected wholesale any minimally processed garbanzo bean in a wail of agonizing pain, I LOVED the Caravan Platter at Dot’s Diner. It very closely resembled our homemade version above, but with the addition of pita, and damn, was it good. This was equally so, maybe even better with the addition of cilantro, and made my heart positively soar. And the garbanzos? Absolutely impotent after much soaking, instant potting, and peeling.

Finally, a roasted grape salad with chicken and feta, because what better use for the wrinkly ones at the bottom of the bowl?

And now, the garden! We’ve spent two lovely mornings cutting back the old and gathering yet more leaves to make room for all that is lovely and colorful. Happy Spring!

Edited to add one adorable Juper-Dog:

Hello! With this, our latest favorite and most photo-worthy eats, I thought I’d give you a little behind the scenes action. Quite frequently, if not every time, I set food on the dining table to snap a photo, this is what our intrepid pooch does. A longing look and gentle sniff, with the great hope of getting a bite or two.

This was leftover Christmas ham made into a delectable savory bread pudding. All the stars.

A batch of focaccia made to accompany a delicious fettucini alfredo, with seared scallops. The tops…

Last year, in keeping with my love for all things New Mexico, including wonderful foodways, I bought the Big Book of Hatch Chile. This was my first time making their red chile, which had such amazing flavor, and super easy, too! The tortillas are also homemade, but from Rick Martinez, whose Mi Cocina cookbook is also pretty darn fabulous.

In another effort to reduce our environmental footprint, we traded our gas stove, which had several annoying quirks I won’t get into, and generated a lot of indoor air pollution, with an induction range. There’s been quite the learning curve with the cooktop: heating VERY quickly, boiling water ridiculously fast, burning an item or two, but we are getting there, and could not be more pleased, overall. The oven part, which these chocolate chip cookies serve as testament, bakes quite perfectly and evenly!

Another oven success, a dutch baby! Look at the steam go… I made a sauce with pears, and Greg did a fine bacon frying job. Happy, happy!

A foray into Japanese cuisine, with an udon dish. We had no idea what to expect and found it somewhat wanting. That said, it was almost there. I’ve added notes and will make corrections next time.

Chickpeas stewed in onion, golden raisins, and Major Grey chutney, with a generous sprinkles of cilantro, pickled red onions, fresh jalapeno slices, and feta cheese. A lovely belly warmer on a freezing winter day.

Finally, a story at the end. While on our honeymoon, very many moons ago, we spent several days with a friend at her Grandmother’s home outside Helsinki. It was high summer, with very, very long days of the most exquisite light. We slept in the summer house, a basic, yet delightful bed in a shed, just steps across the garden. There were long days adventuring, nibbling currants in the garden, being introduced to Moomins via a day at Moominworld, buying two adorable, and still much cherished mugs depicting their adventures, unwinding (and very much getting hooked) in our first sauna, and traipsing around the city at all hours, including the farmer’s market along the waterfront on the Gulf of Finland.

As instructed by Grandmother Hanna, we bought new potatoes and onions, to which Greg and I thought, okay, fine. She prepared them for some lunch or dinner, looking similar to the photo above, only with golden potatoes of very round proportions, and the same generous puddle of butter. Not expecting much besides sustenance, Greg and I tucked in to the most truly amazing potatoes of our life. So creamy! So buttery! And that nice contrasting snap of barely cooked onion! How did they taste so special when all she did was boil them?! Initially, and for many years, we thought we hadn’t found the right potato. But after many tries, with truly great taters, we realized there had to be more to it.

After more than thirty years, I FINALLY found out! In another Libby library scroll, I found a New England cookbook by Sarah Leah Chase, an astounding 300 recipe tome, with a recipe for boiled potatoes. My ears perked up as I read the description of bites of ridiculously creamy vegetable glory, hearkening back to that wonderful summer meal. It sounded like it might just be the secret to Grandmother Hanna’s. And it was! Can you guess? Boiling two pounds of small potatoes, like fingerlings or new, or with even greater luck, Finn Golds, in six cups of water and a bananas six tablespoons of sea salt (the recipe calls for kosher, but I made adjustments). What a thrill to take that first very special bite. Exactly the same texture and wonderfully good flavor and a fabulous trip down memory lane. Oh, happy eating!

1 cup softened butter

1 tablespoon almond extract

1/2 cup (125 grams) almond pulp

2 eggs

2 cups (280 grams) flour

1 1/2 cups sugar

2 tablespoons sugar for sprinkling

Sliced almonds, optional

Grease a 13 x 9 pan. Beat butter and sugar until light and airy. Add eggs, one at a time. Add almond pulp and extract, then the flour. Smooth the batter in the pan, and sprinkle with the 2 tablespoons sugar. Do not skip this step, or the texture not be crunchy on top (ask me how I know). Sprinkle with sliced almonds, if you like. Bake at 350 degrees until golden, about 35 minutes. Enjoy!

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That title, right?! I have read, on more than one occasion, how, as we age, our worlds often shrink. We lose relations and companions to distance, death, and changing personalities (check, check, check). We like going out less (check). We’re more secure and possibly more stuck (or rooted?) in our ways (check, check).

So, in other words, a little explanation for why it is always food. My world has shrunk a bit. For the most part, I am okay with it. People do die, and time alters our wisdom and friendships. I do not wish to be friendless, but I also do not wish to be a doormat or punching bag or friend of very last resort. I prefer the sturdiness of an oak, reaching out in small ways and receding in others. Or, maybe, a river, ebbing and flowing and slowly altering course.

That said, I must eat for sustenance, and unlike my nephew of a tummy far more finicky than mine, I can eat more than meat alone. So, I remain a baker and cook and enjoy taking a photo of what I make. Above, I had leftover sweet potatoes and whipped them into gloriously crusty biscuits before tarting them up with homemade peach, marmalade, and strawberry jam.

I believe I have mentioned how our library has fewer and fewer actual books on the shelf, so I made the decision to get a tablet in order to expand my reading possibilities. It is a mixed blessing, mostly good, as so much is available literally on demand, and a little bit sad, because, gosh, do I miss the smell of physical books. I am one of those people, surprise!

In the actual on demand part, I scroll categories and press the borrow button with great ease. This cake represents a glorious case-in-point. During a happy cookbook scroll, I found, Cake Magic, by Caroline Wright, had a hankering for coconut, found this recipe, and I was off to the races! It was truly delicious, especially the perfectly toasted coconut on the exterior. Well, at least on the first slice, as it took up moisture from the frosting after that.

The book has a unique way about it, making a few different base cakes, then generously dousing them with flavorful syrups after cooling. I also like how I can easily scale down the recipes to make cute six inchers that aren’t total gut busters, yet ample enough to share a bit with the neighbors. I liked it so much, I bought a physical copy!

German potato sausage and mushroom soup, with toasty swirled rye.

For one of our joint birthday gifts, you may remember, we bought a portable outdoor pizza oven. We gave it quite a few tries but decided it was too finicky and passed it along about a year ago. We thought that was the end of pizza ovens, besides our regular one, and honestly, kind of lamented it. Our house gets exceedingly warm when heating the oven for pizza, so it was mostly relegated to rainy days and the cool season. A real shame!

Then, drumroll, while perusing one of my wonderful Libby Library app food magazines on loan, I spied the Current electric pizza oven, perfectly suited to indoor or outdoor use. It heats up, unlike ours, to a whopping 700 degrees in 20 minutes or less! It can even go hotter. Zoiks!

So, here we go on our maiden voyage. It was a warm day, and our kitchen remained at a normal temperature. We didn’t have to wait an hour to pop a pizza in. It didn’t lose heat after the first pizza. It was perfectly cooked. Goldilocks, we have lift-off!

When we lived in Pittsburgh, I stumbled upon Vivian Howard’s A Chef’s Life, her ode to family and the food of North Carolina. After moving here, and while our house was a shit show of construction woes and wins, I found it again on our local PBS station. Though I had yet to visit anywhere near Kinston (the closest we ever got was Raleigh in 2019), the show somehow felt like home. I liked Vivian’s honest, earnest approach to just about everything and would watch her from our makeshift bedroom/living room, uttering deep sighs of relief.

When the show ended, I was very sad about it and followed her on her other endeavors. I stumbled upon her, yet again, back on PBS, with Kitchen Curious. I don’t know how many episodes there are, but I binge watched seven in one happy sitting on our normal sofa in our normal living room (see above). In one of the episodes, she discusses reducing food waste and kitchen scrap upcycling with a delightful couple of sisters.

Inspired, she creates a beautiful pink syrup from apple peels, rosemary, sugar and water. Having all the ingredients in my very own kitchen, I made some, too. With it, I made apple soda, I also made two cocktails, using the soda and cream sherry in one and brandy in another. They both were a hit. Thank you, Vivian!!

In that vein, when a hankering for oatmeal raisin cookies strikes, and you only have a bag of depressingly desiccated raisins, do not despair! Mix equal parts maple syrup and bourbon (or brandy or rum or water), with the desired amount of raisins (one cup raisins to two tablespoons of each liquid here), heat over medium until syrupy, plump, and glossy, and you are good to go. Oh, and If you like the very round shape, I learned this from Cloudy Kitchen, take your largest round cookie or biscuit cutter, and scoot the fresh from the oven cookies into shape!

Finally, you made it to the end! It is Christmas baking season, and here are a few of what I made this year, from the top: Dutch Letter Bars, for which I will share an almond pulp recipe, peanut butter and toasted walnut fudge, and another find from my library magazines, crunchy fruity toffee bars (they use cornflakes and saltines!). Delicious…

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