It’s that time of year, the New Year, when everyone tries to eat light and healthy. It’s like a national epidemic, these swings from rich holiday fat-laden and sugary foods to the quest for a slimmer, trimmer everyone. I have nothing against eating healthy, keeping the focus on fresh, seasonal foods (it’s something I try to do year-round) but have you looked outside the window? It’s freezing out there. Snow
Late Thursday night we lost power. Living in Maine means going without electricity every now and then. But on my road, in a small town in York County, that concept has special meaning. I call it “the street that time forgot.” It’s now Tuesday and we still have no power. That means no, light, water (our well pump runs on electricity), or heat from the furnace for 5 days, or 120 hours. We have watched almost every other part of our town turn bright. We have watched as disgruntled,
This is the month of giving thanks. Feels like there is much to be thankful for in these highly tumultuous times. We have elected a new President, one who fills many Americans (and people around the world) with a renewed sense of hope, and who has already brought about an altogether different feeling about what it means to be an American. None of this mess can be fixed overnight, but I feel deeply grateful that as a nation we elected someone who represents the future and not the past.
Last week I cooked dinner for 85 people. The menu, on one of the first truly chilly fall evenings, featured apples. A friend brought two huge boxes from a local organic apple orchard. The skins were ugly, but once peeled the apples revealed themselves to be gorgeous, juicy fruit. Funny how things can look one way and turn out to be something completely different.
We peeled the apples and sliced them into thin rounds. We put them in a huge roasting pan and tossed them with cinnamon, allspice,
Here we go, again. The end of another summer. This morning the air felt positively chilly and the lawn is scattered with curling, slightly brown leaves from the large catalpa tree that graces the south side of our house. Like most Americans I spent the weekend grilling. Unlike most Americans I am working on a cookbook about grilling and trying all kinds of unexpected combinations.
Last night some friends stopped by and I grilled a pizza (using store-bought pizza dough), stuffed fresh figs
There’s not much to do on Swan’s Island on a rainy day. It’s pouring (a common occurrence in Maine this August), blurring the view of Jericho Bay. I’m watching the dark, angry waves roll in, mistaking each one for the smooth, black head of an island seal.
I am a bit obsessed with the idea of seals since we arrived on this tiny island several days ago. I’m like a child when it comes to spotting any form of
We’ve had houseguests. Lots of them. Its summer in Maine and summer is when all good people want to visit our state. The phone started ringing in the early spring. “We thought we might come up for a few days this summer and we’d love to see you.” Sounded like a great idea in late March/early April when all was mud and rain and time felt slow and open. Now it’s practically the beginning of August and I want to know where my summer went.
Don’t get me wrong.
I've been laying on the ground a lot lately. Way too much, in fact. The garden is full of weeds. Every time I clean up a patch and turn around they've grown back. Tricky things those weeds. And in between cleaning out each patch I lie down on the cool, very green grass and stretch out my lower back which seems to be in a constant state of rebellion. I try to pull weeds and carefully hoe between the rows of peas and lettuce and quickly-growing tomatoes, but no matter how gently or vigorously I
Then I met Jim Britt. Stick with me; I promise
It's Sunday night, the end of a great weekend in Camden, Rockport, Lincolnville, and Rockland celebrating Maine Fare 2007. Maine Fare is a three-day gathering of some of the state's best chefs, cheese makers, brewers, chocolate makers, food writers, cooking teachers, and food lovers. It's one of those events, like the Common Ground Fair, that makes you happy - well, proud - to be a Mainer.
Here are a few highlights:
Over a hundred people gathered on