Braised Roma Beans

When Tim and I visited my family earlier this year, my brother loaned me the book The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. The story, if you don't know it, is about a man who accidentally begins a long journey to a friend, and along the way, both he and everyone he knows is affected. I reached the last chapter on a Sunday night at Sevier Park, stretched out next to Tim on blankets beneath the setting sun. When I closed the cover, I turned to Tim and sighed. "Did you like it?" he asked me. "Yes," I said to him, my head propped up in my hand. "This book reminded me that people can change." And people, I need to be reminded of that. It seems to me that one of the kitchen's best gifts to us, aside from being a place to connect and find nourishment, is that it is a place that reminds us of truths we forget. Like the book I finished, the kitchen vividly demonstrates that life is dynamic. Things are in flux. Like the green beans we braise on the stovetop, we are, all of us, ever … [Read more...]

Writer Chats, Part X: Confessions of a Writer

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Here we are with part ten of the Writer Chats series, brought to you by Asha, a writer who combines stories and recipes at her food blog Dinner She Wrote. Like us, Asha believes that "what speaks to me, speaks to another," and perhaps that's why I resonate so much with what she's written here. When she talks about her challenging relationship with writing as a love she keeps coming back to, I get it. When she explains how the power of connection can be intoxicating, I get that, too. And her conclusion is the same one I keep coming to: Keep writing, keep writing, keep writing. Writing is a relationship like no other. Despite the challenges we've had over the years, and the ones yet to come, despite the months of silence or the fraught late night frustrations, despite the constant inner doubts and the numerous unfinished projects gathering dust on the shelf of my dreams, I always, always come back to my pen and paper; and I try. I try to find a way to make it work. Why? I'm not … [Read more...]

Radish Panzanella

Telling you I like panzanella is a little like telling you my teenage self liked pizza. I don't like panzanella; I want to eat it every day. In the same way I grew up buying Tombstone and Jack's and, let's be honest, eating any pizza anyone would give me, now I want panzanella, and I want it all the time. Really, the jump from pizza addict to panzanella evangelist isn't a crazy one. The most traditional versions of panzanella are practically pizza, deconstructed: bread, tomatoes, basil, mozzarella cheese. But lately, my panzanella love has pushed me to new combinations of ingredients, ones far stretched from anything resembling a pizza slice. And while sure, I might be biased, I have to say, I think a radish panzanella like this one could make a zealot out of anyone. This salad starts with radishes---and saying radishes are beautiful is kind of like saying I like panzanella. … [Read more...]

Tim’s Chocolate Blueberry Pie

It's no surprise to say that I love words---especially written words. Maybe all writers feel this way. I communicate better with what I write that what I say, and, usually, I understand better what I read than what I hear. So when I read Tim's post below, that's what I thought: I love reading his perspective, in black and white. I also, in this case, love being reminded of the same arguments I (and he) have to rehearse regularly, to keep creating, to keep learning, to enjoy the process. The bonus is the killer chocolate blueberry pie---a sophisticated take on the classic. I'm not a baker, but I baked a pretty darn good blueberry chocolate pie. One of the lessons I have been learning in life is that while I might not know how to do something, or maybe I have some interest in doing something but am not very good at it, most of the time, it is still worth doing. Sure, we could discuss how many things there are that people are interested in doing that are not worthwhile or illegal … [Read more...]

Writer Chats, Part IX: Finding My Writing Voice

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Today's entry in the Writer Chats series comes from the Los Angeles-based mom and writer who cultivates the beautifully photographed, inspiring blog, French Foodie Baby. Helene's posts are filled with real-food-focused recipes, often with photos of her adorable son, Pablo, and I have to tell you, as I've told her, that she is one of the top bloggers with whom I would like someday to spend some offline time. From her perspective on food to her series of transparent menu plans for her growing son, Helene is a treasure. Below are her thoughts on what writing has looked like for her. When I started reading this Writer Chats Series, I must admit I felt a bit envious. Of writers talking about how they cannot live without writing, how they love it and can’t imagine not doing it. I wish that were my case, and perhaps I’m getting there. But mostly, I have had a love/hate dysfunctional long-distance relationship with writing for many years. I always felt like I had so much to express, … [Read more...]

Herb-Roasted Carrot and Pesto Tartines

Even growing up in the Depression didn't make my grandma immune to persuasive tactics at the table. "Carrots are good for your eyes," she'd tell me as I pushed the boiled orange coins, floating in pools of butter, around my plate. Grandma had worn thick, plastic-framed glasses the whole time I'd known her, and I'd qualified as near-sighted almost as soon as I went to school, so the idea of not wearing glasses was appealing. She knew her audience, you could say. Thanks to her, carrots became one of the first vegetables I wanted to eat, along with green beans and potatoes, if you're the type that calls potatoes vegetables, but I can't say it was because I liked them. … [Read more...]

Blueberries on the Buffalo Farm + Whole Grain, Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle

In a world where every company calls itself the leader, and "great customer service" is something of a buzzword, a lot of us have become desensitized to company promises---but this past weekend, about 80 miles south of Nashville, I became a believer once again. At Blueberries on the Buffalo Farm, a small, family-run blueberry farm that is actually a small, one-couple-run blueberry farm, I experienced firsthand such unparalleled kindness from the very people who work the land, I haven't stopped talking about it since. … [Read more...]