All posts filed under: a sensuous sigh

chocolate rose mousse, from a raisin & a porpoise

I rose up

Summer shifted. Even though I have yet to feel like it has really begun, this morning when I woke up the heavy mist that signals impending August and its determined slide into September was hanging over everything. By mid-morning, the sun burned through and now we’re getting more of that crazy gorgeous big blue sky we’ve been treated to all season. But I know what I saw. In a regular summer, I find it a little difficult to write about cooking. There is a lot of everything green, and not a lot of time. We can eat handsomely without much effort, and more often than not we eat in the dark. We eat a giant salad or we eat—as we have lately, almost every night, in this not-very-regular summer—some variation on greens and rice. Stir-fried greens with rice. Curried greens with rice. Fried rice, with…greens! Greens on noodles for a little excitement! Handful of green beans, handful of chard, kale, spinach, some of whatever weed is in the yard, all hastily gathered into the apron …

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chocolate & olive oil & salt, oh my

awaiting moderation

Well, it has been quite some time since my last confession.  There is this little project, which now that spring has sprung is really heating up the family to-do list. It’s spring everywhere, of course, so there are the winter clothes to be dealt with, and the pruning of the blackberries so that, come summer (and come it will!  I hear it gaining on us now!) a pint of blood need not be exchanged for each quart of berries. There are the sheep to be shorn. And then a good amount of wool to be handled. Spring is full up with cleaning and weeding and pruning and sorting. And then there is grief.  Grief is its own season. All in all, there has not been a whole lot of intentional cooking going on.  Survival cooking has more been the theme.  I have been wondering if maybe I forgot how to cook, or how to enjoy it anyway.  I have certainly been a bit dull in the tastebuds. But then, suddenly, there was this chocolate bar, …

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meyer lemon caramel

the use of today

Been a bit quiet around here!  My apologies.  It isn’t exactly as though I haven’t been making useful food.  I am back in a period of jam-packed days and short trips away from my family, so I have been cranking out useful food galore, like pots of beans (this time with some sofrito which I found waiting like buried treasure in the deep recesses of the freezer) and big stews and little bowls of hardboiled eggs which are keeping us fed, to a degree, but are not particularly photogenic or terribly inspiring items to write about. Sometimes, if it’s terrible inspiration one seeks, one has to look a little ways beyond useful nutrition.  I was nudged out of my kitchen doldrums today by the gift of some tired lemons; maybe it was our compatible states of not-dewy-freshness that moved me.  What happened is that my friend René caught me fondling some of the Meyer lemons on her counter while she was making me some tea.  I thought her back was turned, it’s true, but I …

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