In New Orleans, I find that we pivot about Mardi Gras as the rest of the country pivots about New Years. The week after, we reset. I’ve gone back to yoga, to eating salads more days a week than not. I recommitted to self care. My friend Lucy and I completed the National Women’s Half […]
Wearing and eating only green on St. Patrick’s Day seems right. Took a Ginger Whiskey Cider ala Brooklyn Crafted Ginger Beer down to Finn’s today to celebrate in the world’s smallest parade (out the front door of the bar, around the side, in the back door). Ginger Whiskey Cider 2 oz. Hard Cider 1 oz. […]
I meant to get this one online before St. Patrick’s Day this year — Green Chocolate — but my mother came to town and I went on vacation and things fell into a new prioritization scheme as they should. Extremely strong green tea flavor, and, many friends who sampled this remarked, “very interesting.” Not sure […]
Let’s have a moment to consider fondant. This was my first time experimenting with the substance, prompted by the fabulous and inspiring cookbook Gravity Cakes by Jakki Friedman and Francesca Librae (who, consequently, I imagine would be just the sort of kindred spirits I like to befriend, based purely on their silly taste and body […]
St Patrick’s Day is coming, so go find several pounds of spinach and dye your pasta green for the holidays! I received a pasta cutter Kitchen-aid attachment for Christmas this year, and the Pasta Bible inspire greatness. I had always wanted to make my own pasta but have been thwarted by the usual laziness. The […]
I have not been impressed with any green bread recipe I’ve ever tried. And Irish Soda Bread is, at best, a shot put. I did make some killer guac for the St. Patty’s Day party I attended over the weekend. This St Patrick’s Day, I’m simply celebrating nature’s early green curling onto the branches out […]
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It is wonderful to be in a green place, the Pacific Northwest, for the holiday. Sometimes a poem can be like a tuning fork for a day, setting a pitch for our thoughts. It seems fitting to let Seamus Heaney’s poem “Oysters” be the note to strike, as I sit on […]