I know what your thinking. Two salads in a row, it looks suspiciously like a trend. Lest you fear I’m getting boring, or this space is in danger of becoming a venue for raw green things only, I feel I must assure you that I’ve got a half dozen sweet treats in the works, pies and tarts and cookies. It is fall afterall! That means baking. And all this baking means one thing – salads for lunch.Read More
I know there’s nothing as cliché as parents bemoaning how quickly time flies by, but goodness! We’re cycling through prime fruit seasons left and right these days. This past weekend the farmers’ market folks here bid adieu to their peach supplier, and amongst all the ‘see you next may!’ I was left scratching my head. Its not that I expected that living in Georgia would be peach season in perpetuity, I guess I just thought we’d have them a bit longer. Aside from momentary fits of separation anxiety in which I contemplate driving to South Carolina, to make desperate grabs at their still booming crop, I’m a little bit grateful to turn our attention towards other fruits. We’re distracting ourselves from the vacuum peach season has left by turning our attention to blackberries, nectarines and yes, plums.Read More
One of the first things I learned upon moving to Atlanta, is that peaches, despite being the namesake of the state, and gracing every third street sign in some way or another, seem to grow better in South Carolina. They grow more of them, export more of them, and some people say they are better tasting. In that light the constant chatter of peaches and peachtrees around here strikes of slight insecurity. Somehow I think that make us a better fit than I give this place credit for.Read More
On the morning I brought myself to make these beauties, D had woken me early to say good-bye before being whisked away to a tropical beach to shoot a concert. Rough, right? Soon after that, the kid would rise and demand his usual yogurt and banana, and the contrast of that to palm trees and a swank hotel was just a bit too much to handle. To distract me from the jealousy that was no doubt eating away at me, I busied myself with a little project; a blueberry pancake project.