This Sunday morning breakfast experiment turned out so well that even though I don’t have an exact recipe, I felt compelled to share the ingredients and basic outline so that you can experiment and create your own recipe.
When I was a kid, Sunday seemed like the worst day of the week – my sister and I trudging to Sunday school in uncomfortable dresses and too-tight shoes, having to help my mom with housework in the afternoon, nothing on television but Westerns, and the knowledge that once the long, boring day came to an end, I would have to wake up and go back to school. Continue reading →
Like most places around the country, autumn in California’s San Joaquin Valley is a beautiful time of year. While we might not have as many vibrant colored leaves as other places, we do have fruit trees. Pomegranates, persimmons, lemons – these are our fall colors. Take a drive through the country or just about any older neighborhood and you’re bound to run across some of these beautiful trees with their red, orange, and yellow fruit. Persimmon trees are my fall favorite. The trees drop their leaves as the fruit ripens, leaving nothing but the spectacular glowing orange orbs – it’s quite a beautiful sight. Continue reading →
I was really looking forward to making a sweet potato pie this week for Fall Fest. I’ve never made one and I’m pretty sure that I’ve never even tasted a sweet potato pie. Yes, it’s a shame, and I’m hoping to remedy the situation soon. But you may have noticed that I have been baking (and eating) a lot of desserts lately. And after yesterday’s amazing Praline-Pumpkin Cake, I just couldn’t bring myself to bake a pie. Continue reading →
After an amazing couple of days learning all about pomegranates and touring some local orchards with a bunch of fantastic food bloggers who traveled to Fresno from around the country for the opportunity to learn about one of my favorite local fruits, I have decided to incorporate pomegranate arils and juice into as many meals and snacks as possible this fall. I am so lucky to be once again living in one of the few places in the country where pomegranate trees grow in backyards, and this tour was just the thing to help re-introduce me to one of my favorite fruits from my childhood. Continue reading →
I woke up this morning thinking about Sicily. I miss the first house we lived in with the fig, olive, and lemon trees. The figs should be ripe now. There were two olive trees and my dog would constantly chew up then spit out the olives that fell to the ground. They tasted terrible and I don’t know why he kept trying, but he kept it up.
My landlord taught me how to cure the green olives by cracking them with a hammer and submerging them in salted water for weeks. My cutting board is still stained in one spot from cracking olives that afternoon six years ago. He also taught me to pick the ripe and nearly-ripe olives and cure them by layering olives with salt in a basket and letting them sit for a few weeks until they were shriveled and pungent and delicious. I didn’t speak much Italian, he spoke no English, but we figured it out. Continue reading →