Trying out two winter tonics

I like the word “tonic.” It has a reality-based sense of comfort and a tinge of humor for the extent it’s been applied to things that aren’t necessarily…good for you. What it seems to connote most, for me, is something you can make to heal yourself. Whether it’s a hair oil or a skin treatment . . . → Read More: Trying out two winter tonics

Bread of the Month: Spooning up an ideal side

I have no idea how I came to be here so long that I had not only never made nor eaten spoonbread. Coming from a household that was decidedly Southern, despite their geographic location, it seems odd that this delightfully moist cousin of cornbread never graced our holiday or potluck tables.

If it did, . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Spooning up an ideal side

Winning a challenge to oneself

I don’t like competition, but like many other beings at times compromised by human nature, I often fall under the spell to compete and compare with others. It’s a losing battle, really. As a very wise friend once told me, comparing yourself to others is “dangerous.” No matter what, if you don’t have the proper . . . → Read More: Winning a challenge to oneself

Hailing the humble potato

People may joke about the Irish and potatoes, but the true story of what happened to the Irish in the 1800s is no laughing matter. If you know anything about the Great Famine, you know the Irish were oppressed on their own land, forced into tenant farmer-hood, working on properties reduced to such a size . . . → Read More: Hailing the humble potato

Bread of the Month: Lightening blackberries with lemon

I tend to disregard blackberries. These dark beauties are certainly worth my attention, yet I find myself more likely to veer toward strawberries and blueberries, the brighter and seemingly more versatile of the berry world.

It’s not that I don’t find blackberries delicious; I do. Sweet and less tart than a raspberry, they are laden . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Lightening blackberries with lemon

Bread of the Month: Wondering of popover magic

For a springtime bread, I mused over something light and bright, something I’d long wanted to make. Popovers. They seemed to carry a mystique…they were made with a special pan…the oven door could not be opened while baking or ruin would befall them…they were American spinoffs of Yorkshire pudding. I was intrigued beyond reason.

And . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Wondering of popover magic

Springing forward with mushrooms, leeks

Spring heralds with it certain tastes, pushing up like new grass in a warming earth. I find myself craving mushrooms, and I know why. Years ago, our springs were spent in pursuit of them in the wild. While other families played miniature golf, we scavenged the brush- and tree-clotted timber, looking for the gold . . . → Read More: Springing forward with mushrooms, leeks