This salad comes from the days of castles and knights in shining armor - the fourteenth century, or 1390 to be exact. It is surprisingly modern and you can find something similar on the menu of many San Francisco restaurants right now: the ingredients are fresh, simply prepared and able to speak for themselves through a light dressing.
Usually I make my own pie crust or use one from the freezer, but this time I took the author's advice and bought one pre-made from the store. It's a good thing I did, since prep for this recipe took a while, leaving about two minutes to roll out the dough and assemble the pie before kid-duty commenced.
This may be the quickest dinner in his entire book. I whipped it up in about 15 minutes late tonight after my husband and I arrived home from separate parental duties, one PTA meeting and one trip to the local wine bar to solicit a donation for the PTA fundraiser.
The fig season seems to be just finishing up right now, and after having some last week at my Eating Wildly dinner, I wanted more. This is a great way to dress them up with a little feta, mint, olive oil and pepper.
Yes! More end of summer tomatoes for dinner! This is my favorite time of year. Tomatoes, basil, melons, peppers! All the produce I need to pretend I live in Italy.
The melon is refreshing, the herbs spicy bright, the nuts and cheese add just enough weight to make a substantial snack for a blazingly hot day. Or just remind you of one, if you have the ingredients but not the heat: this salad tastes like summer.
Yes, I know. Tomatoes with stone fruit? No way! That's what I thought, too. But this salad is unexpectedly delicious and celebrates the best of summer's most glorious flavors.
This is a super simple salad to celebrate spring, with a perfect combination of flavors: sweet beets, fresh young favas, salty cheese and mint. It makes great use of beets, these beautifully colored red, golden or pink roots that are a CSA box staple frequently just too sweet to be much good in many other dishes.
We're back from a week in the UK and I am returning to some old British favorites. Stephanie Alexander is actually Australian, but this book follows the seasons of England and appears to be published there as well, which is a good enough connection for me.
The super-powered seeds Jack’s mother threw out her kitchen window must have been favas. While I can't help but question the wisdom of trading an entire cow for a handful of beans, there is real truth to this tale beyond the giants, golden eggs and beanstalks of unusual size: legumes are a delicious source of protein and can be remarkably easy to grow.
This year I made my desires for Mother's Day known well in advance: no gifts, just a day at home in the garden and a big dinner, cooked as a family. It was delicious, and I got gifts anyway - three of Andy Goldsworthy's books, much loved by my kids after we watched his Rivers and Tides together a week or two back.
I've struggled with pan frying patties for a long time now. They never turn out right. Sometimes they stick, sometimes they fall apart, sometimes they burn to a crisp. So I asked my husband for advice, knowing that he has a tendency to remember everything he reads and that he had a copy of Russ Parson's How to Read a French Fry back when it first came out, in 2001.