It’s pathetic, I know, but I am “pintrest-challenged”. Any pinning I do is to my bulletin board. Instead, I have several folders stuffed with ideas – a green folder for gardening, black for home decor, and red for recipes. Most of these ideas come from magazines, newsletters, friends, and even pages ripped out of old church cookbooks.
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Spring Pea Shoot Soup
There are buds on the trees, the temperature remained above freezing last night, shoots from several flowering bulbs have emerged, yet it’s chilly enough to want to sit by the fire and sip some soup. (Lots of S’s there!)
Vodka Cream Sauce
Have you ever gotten one of those instant headaches? You know, where you think your brain might just explode? And then you realize that you’ve just leaned over a pan of vodka cream sauce, and the alcohol evaporated into your skull? Not that I’ve ever done that, of course……
Smoked Gouda & Sundried Tomato Omelettes
I am a morning person. Always have been. A cup of coffee, sunrise or rain-spattered windows, the Word of God, complete silence, and a piece of chocolate makes a perfect morning for me.
Tuscan Ham Soup
Although I have never been to Tuscany – it’s on my bucket list – foods based on the Tuscan tradition of simplicity, availability, quality, and economy seem to fit perfectly with my style of cooking. And eating.
Herb Roasted Vegetables
I have a secret weapon. Yes, I do. And since I am feeling very generous – probably because my tummy is full and my tongue is happy – I will share that secret with you.
Granola – Gluten Free
I am not a Hobbit – I’m too tall for that, and my feet aren’t hairy – but I do like Breakfast. And Second Breakfast. In fact, if I had time, Third Breakfast would be my favourite meal of the day.
Freshest Salad
Have you ever noticed that some salads taste like a refreshing dip in cool water? Maybe the Caribbean during a tropical vacation, or the Baltic while visiting friends at their cabin. Either way, this salad is better than a tall drink of cool water.
Salmon with Dill Sauce
While visiting my sister in Alaska a few years ago, we stopped at Ship Creek to throw in a line on our way to the airport to catch our flight home. The last thing we expected was to hear a shaky and excited “Fish On!” coming from my husband.
Pasta Sauce
I do not claim any understanding of good Italian cooking. I’ve never been to Italy – although it is high on my bucket list – and I’ve never studied Italian cuisine (using a French word there is pretty strong evidence of my non-italophile training), but I do like a good pasta sauce.
