Peach Pizza on Kefir-Soaked Spelt Crust

The month of August has been a quiet one for us. Expected guests had to cancel at the last minute, plans changed and, while you'd think this would be the sort of thing to discourage us, in fact, it's been the opposite. We've been dealing with the wide-open weekends of Tim's homemade pancakes, afternoons spent writing, evening walks in the park, impromptu trips to thrift stores or out for tacos. The weather's even cooperated, moving from the abrasive 100s to more reasonable upper 80s, making it a little easier to enjoy cooking in the kitchen again. For years, Tim's told me about his homemade Chinese food, and this August has been his chance to take a few hours in the kitchen to show me. I've baked cookies without recipes. We've slow-cooked vegetables via Marcella Hazan. And not once, not twice, but three times, we've made homemade kefir-soaked spelt pizza crusts, topped by peaches and spinach and goat cheese. In so many ways, August has been a contrast to the months before it, … [Read more...]

Lacto-Fermented Salsa

My senior year of college, while I was student-teaching my way into an education degree I already knew I didn't want, I had an advisor named Heather. Heather was fantastic. She wore dark-rimmed glasses and crisp, collared shirts, and her short brunette hair was always cut neat and kept perfectly in place. Though I'd never taken one of her classes, I'd known her since the semester before, when one Saturday afternoon we'd both shown up to help a friend paint a new apartment. Moving her paintbrush against the wall like she was Mr. Miyagi in "Karate Kid," she'd stood next to me in the living room, nodding for me to follow suit, "It's like makeup, Shanna: blend!" Some people who are quick to teach like this can be terribly off-putting, always demanding to be heard, but not Heather. Her brand of counsel combined with an otherwise warm and soft demeanor to make her the best kind of maternal, like a big sister who shared all her secrets. We'd have our weekly phone calls to discuss my kids … [Read more...]

New Potato Tian

Before I say anything else, I need to thank you for your encouragement on the last post. When I wrote it, I did it for myself, to say out loud and to the Internet that I wanted to practice intentionality in this space. I figured that way, next time I found myself fixated on photography or recipe indexes or Sitemeter, I would have a published reminder to come back to, a post to point out my purpose, to remind me I'm here to share my stories, whatever does or doesn't come with that. I swear I didn't write it so you would pat me on the back and tell me I'm awesome and that I should keep going. In fact, reading through the comments, I almost couldn't take your kind words. It seems while I've spent a lot of the last few years wondering about my focus in this space, you guys have discerned it all along. You are the greatest gift of this place. I don't know what else to say but thank you. Thank you. Now, continuing with the theme of things I've wrestled with: potatoes. It's not that I … [Read more...]

Golden Tomato Sauce

So speaking of CSAs, ours recently gave us a bunch of yellow tomatoes (along with red tomatoes and grape tomatoes), and while my first thought was yellow tomato cake! and then, maybe fried yellow tomatoes! it was Tim who suggested turning these tomatoes into one of those things tomatoes do best: sauce. Golden tomato sauce. I don't know how sauce works in your household, but in ours, it goes something like this: 1. Prep the tomatoes (i.e., boil water, remove the stems of tomatoes and score an x at the bottom, plop them in the pot for eight seconds, remove and cool, peel off skins like they're a loose jacket; chop) 2. Saute garlic and olive oil in a skillet, sometimes with onion, sometimes without 3. Add chopped tomatoes, maybe with basil or maybe with wine 4. Add salt 5. Cook for a while and watch and season to taste, adding sugar or honey or herbs or spices or whatever you need until it tastes the way you like. It's not complicated, not even as hard as … [Read more...]

Avocado Fries + Yogurt Sauce

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Two days into our honeymoon, Tim and I are eating lunch at a taco hut near our condo, a whitewashed building where the windows are always open and the ceiling fans are always moving, and the hot Hawaiian breezes blow in and out leisurely, matching the pace of the island where we’re staying, palm tree branches rustling in the wind. On the porch in front, there’s a cardboard box set up on a bar stool with a sign that reads, “$0.25 each” and which holds a dozen or so avocados, each of them half the size of Tim’s head, and there’s no one around to collect payments, just a large glass jar, so after looking at each other in disbelief, still amazed that we’re in Kauai, let alone that we’re paying 1/8 of what we’d pay for avocados in the states, we grab a handful of dark green, alligator-skinned fruits, leave our money and go. As far as foods go, avocados are the closest thing I know to magic, and not just when you're eating them on your honeymoon. They’re cool and creamy, filling, … [Read more...]

Cauliflower Fried Rice

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"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you sow." Robert Louis Stevenson I hate to admit this but: I think the flowers on our front porch are dying. I know. I bought them back in March, for $7, on a hot and windy day where I had to hold my skirt down just to keep it from blowing, and I repotted them next to our welcome mat, in a place where you could see them from the road, hoping their bright pink buds would add just a tiny bit of color to the green landscape that surrounds our little house. Since then, there's been watering, sometimes, like when I've looked at them out our dining room window and realized it's been at least a few days of forgetting. But there's also been heat, lots of it, enough to make the edges of the flowers brown---just at the tips---prompting me to water them again, until I'd forget again; now, they're dry and crisp-looking. I'm a terrible gardener. And not just of flowers. In an email the other day, my friend Kendra … [Read more...]

Cauliflower Pizza Crust

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“When a wife has a good husband, it is easily seen in her face.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Today is Tim's birthday, the first one since we've been married. And over the last few weeks, as I've been thinking about its coming up, reflecting on what our life together is like now, about how this birthday would be different from all his previous birthdays, sandwiched between our daily rhthyms of working from home and sleeping side by side and sharing breakfasts, lunches, dinners, I've been wanting so much to explain to you, somehow here on this blog, exactly what my face would show if you could see it: I have a good husband. I told Tim early when we were dating, I had a little bit of a fear of marriage growing up, a fact I know some people can't understand and others get all too well. The best I can explain it, I think, is that when you've been exposed to bad marriages, or to their problems, when you're young enough, you don't know how to take it. And for me, I took it … [Read more...]