American Cookery—early foodie reads in America

The “Gourmet” magazine of the early 20th Century. . . . → Read More: American Cookery—early foodie reads in America

Putting up the last of the garden

Alas, we have had our first freeze. Here is my grandmother’s recipe for pickled green tomatoes and a great roasted pickled pepper recipe. . . . → Read More: Putting up the last of the garden

A little bit of pear honey.

Making a little bit of pear honey. . . . → Read More: A little bit of pear honey.

Musings on a hot summer, my fall garden and surviving

And, a mostly local breakfast. . . . → Read More: Musings on a hot summer, my fall garden and surviving

Quintessential Bar Food (Remember those College Days?)

Nothing local about this meal (except the tomato and basil) but this is a great sandwich that I have adapted from my favorite old college hangout. Keep reading for a recipe for a “Fowl Thing” and homemade teriyaki sauce. . . . → Read More: Quintessential Bar Food (Remember those College Days?)

Grammy’s Doughnuts: Another walk down the nostalgia path…

The zinnia post got me to thinking about family and food. Let’s jump to the other side of the family for another homespun recipe: Snowball Doughnuts. (And another old-time photo.) . . . → Read More: Grammy’s Doughnuts: Another walk down the nostalgia path…

Giant sunflowers, zinnias and a family heirloom photo

I think my love and fascination for zinnias comes from seeing an old family photo as I was growing up. I finally found the forgotten photo of my great-grandmother with her prized zinnias. . . . → Read More: Giant sunflowers, zinnias and a family heirloom photo

Grandma’s new potatoes and peas

Didn’t everyone’s grandmother make this most anticipated dish of the early summer? I know all of ours did. . . . → Read More: Grandma’s new potatoes and peas

Grandma’s Custard

If we were sick, we got homemade custard from Grandma. So, I have mixed feelings about custard today. . . . → Read More: Grandma’s Custard

Rustling roses

Although she has reformed, I have reaped the benefits of my mother’s criminal behavior. . . . → Read More: Rustling roses