Harvest Einkorn Pound Cake


A few days ago, Tim and I rearranged our work hours to go to the pumpkin patch in the middle of the day. We never found the pumpkin patch. Instead, where the map said the patch should be, we found a sweet little house and a lot of open land and, well, this: Sometimes I forget how close you live to the country when you live in Nashville. The entire time we drove those sunny back roads, we never saw another human being. We saw the friendly guys above, some horses, a dog I thought was a llama and a large parcel of land with a big "for sale" sign, but there were no signs marked "pumpkins," no arrows directing us a different way, so we drove the winding trail back to town, just us and the animals and the blue sky. Back in town---Watertown, that is, population 1500---We found an antique store where the shopkeeper not only welcomed us in, but also told us about her daughter, talked about Maine, invited us back ("Wednesdays and Thursdays are the best days") and recommended … [Read more...]

Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream


As the last post pointed out, fall is here and we are welcoming it with open arms. Shanna and I love this time of year (we got married in it!) and always look forward to the changes and reminders it brings. Yet even though it may be the season to be breaking out hot drinks and jackets, we have an ice cream recipe for you today that we really enjoyed. (Let's be honest, we will be enjoying ice cream year round, even in the dead of winter, so don't be surprised if you see another ice cream recipe from me then.) This ice cream is a great taste of fall though, with its mild pumpkin flavor that sneaks up on the finish. Enjoy! … [Read more...]

everybody wants a piece of the pie / pear crisp


Everybody wants a piece of the pie, everybody wants a "How high you fly!" We're all looking for something, something to say that we count. We meet and we're asked, "What's your something?" We meet and we're asked, "Who are you?" "I'm my family," "my beauty," "my job skills," "My companion," "my food blog," "my work." But deep down, there's somewhere a gnawing, Deep down, there's somewhere an ache. We can mask it and hide it and hope that Our efforts to cover will work. "I've got it!" "I've won it!" "I've made it!" "Look at me!" "Now, at last, I'm complete!" But deep down, there's still somewhere a gnawing, Deep down, unmasked, still that ache. When we know this, when we see this, when we are this, Why don't we respond to the root? Instead of ever reaching and striving, Instead of just joining the race, Why don't we step back, slow, and realize What's driving our envy, snubbing and spite: We're, all of us, everywhere, hungry, Hungry for wholeness, hungry for … [Read more...]

Einkorn Cannoli Cupcakes

When I was a kid, my parents would dart around the house in the final moments before company arrived, lighting candles, cleaning bathrooms, setting appetizers out just right. You could feel the energy in the air in those almost-game-time minutes---a sort of nervous, happy energy---something greater than the sound of my mom’s boom box playing its background harps or violins. When the doorbell rang, my dad would rush to the door, opening it proudly, beaming, welcoming guests inside as he took their coats and greeted them, motioning my brother and me to come say hi. Then, my mom would emerge from the kitchen, winded but obviously delighted at whatever was in her hands, prompting oohs and ahs and questions from the ones who’d been invited to come. Each one meal and its accompanying conversation would take two or three---maybe four or five with particularly talkative friends---hours before dishes were being cleared and the food getting wrapped up and people’s coats being pulled back out to … [Read more...]

Coconut Milk Mexican Flan (Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free)

I go to used bookstores for the same reason I look into windows when we're driving down residential streets at night: I like to imagine the people inside. The same way I fix my gaze on the warm glow of a table illuminated by candlelight or the man who's sitting in his recliner all alone, I pick up a hardcover, tracing over the handwriting, wondering about the person who underlined that passage or the reader who signed her name in this front flap. This might be what I love about the first-edition copy of The Art of Mexican Cooking, written by Jan Aaron and Georgine Sachs Salom, that I found at McKay Used Book Store Friday Night. Published in 1965, this beauty has all the earmarks of another era, one in which American women still wore skirts and aprons to make dinner and in which Mexican food (along with other ethnic cuisines) was just beginning to enter the conversation. There are hand-drawn illustrations at the division pages, created by artist Dierdre Stanforth, the same … [Read more...]

Kabocha Squash Custards (Gluten-Free)

Every time I make my pumpkin pie, which, in our household, is not reserved for the holiday season that is fast approaching, I end up with enough extra pie filling for one little ramekin. And when the two dishes come out of the oven, the pie plate and the ramekin, both of them sitting atop the stove to rest, Tim and I cannot help ourselves from digging into that mini custard, the two of us with spoons, blowing away steam and reveling in the hot and caramelized comfort. So about a month ago or so, it occurred to us: Forget the pie. Why not pour all the filling into ramekins? That's how these kabocha squash custards were born. Here is what you need to do to start: Get yourself a kabocha squash. Do you guys already know about kabocha squash? This squatty gourd, also called Japanese pumpkin, came into our lives this fall, as one of the heavier ingredients in a weekly CSA box. At first, it seemed a clone of butternut or acorn squash---slightly different in appearance … [Read more...]

Pumpkin Cake + Pumpkin Trifle

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Exactly one year ago today, Tim and I were up in the Chicago suburbs, driving out to the DuPage County courthouse to lift up our hands and solemnly swear that we were who we said we were and get the nice lady in the sea of cubicles to hand us our marriage license, our marriage license! I remember walking out of that building, into the crowded parking lot, hand in hand with Tim and thinking, our marriage license! It’s official now! Not just in terms of a giant dress in the closet and a chalkboard seating chart, but, as in, according to the government, we’re actually about to do this thing. Three days from now, we’re getting hitched! I know I’ve said this here before, but, seriously, there are so many more details involved with planning a wedding than I ever would have imagined, and, when you plan your wedding fast, like we did in six months, you learn to scrap a lot of those details in the name of staying sane---like a wedding cake maybe. We had pretty much ruled it out, thinking … [Read more...]