how radishing
The majority of families don’t “do” radishes but mine historically has and does. At six, I carried the nickname – my first, last and only as far as I know – “Miss Radishes” for the color of my once rosy cheeks and maybe for the fact that I hosted such a garden in the hopes that Peter Rabbit would make an appearance.
The Edible Illustrator
I have always loved radishes and their earthy, peppery flavor. So cool, so crisp and so refreshing in a ginormous spring salad (the only kind I like). Really, I have a weakness for any root vegetable but this week I am putting the focus on the so often overlooked radish. I am sure the future will allow for more talk of my other favorite and rooterrific veggies.
Waxing On About Love and Dandelions
Try to imagine being a child again where you saw each dandelion as an opportunity and not merely a landscaping nuisance. Remember back to the time when you would rush at the chance to pluck one with its head of white bursts between your chubby little fingers, fill your cheeks like billowing sails to blow, blow the top clear off sending shining white puffs into the sky.
just dandy
Due to the shape of its leaves, named for the teeth of lions (dents de lion in French), the hardy dandelion grows pervasively over the entire globe and counts as one of nature’s most efficacious liver cleansers.
Drink up, ye dandies!
An Open Love Letter To Salt
I remember you best and most frequently appearing at the table. My mother handled you heartily and often; you filled her trusty shaker and she made quick work of sprinkling you on her food as if it were a parched garden in need of a hosed down, all-out soaking. This is to say nothing of your starring role in one of the main loves in my life: the ocean, the beach.
please pass the salt
It’s a known fact that salt figures greatly in all things, especially in seasoning conversation and supper. The following is one fact that is not so readily known that I picked up from a great Southern lady who happens to be my neighbor: Certainly, the salt is on the table with the pepper. We taste our food first, and then we ask for the transfer that originates from the left and travels right. It never arrives from across and don’t you sneak a shake prior to answering the call.
hope springs eternal
Or maybe it is the heralds of spring that allow us to hope anew and forever; just born babies, burgeoning spring onions (also called green, baby, precious and yard onions), countless majestic blooms, the smell of warming earth and the sight and sounds of birds, bees and butterflies.
Operation Ogee
We are about to undergo “Operation Ogee” in celebration of this week’s muse: the onion. No worries, this DIY onion project is totally doable – just sit back as my dear, dear sweet friend Kyle Millsap peels it off layer by layer. We are talking about painting stacked onions on the wall but no one needs to cry about it. You won’t shed a tear—I promise!
a rich history
first chocolate: A love affair dating to 1900 BCE when pre-Olmecs (Mesoamerica/Mexico) drank cacao beverages.
Of All the Fish in the Sea
Dear readers and Libbie, I must confess…I am a vegetarian. But please don’t hold that against. I love food and color and all things gorgeous, salted and styled, if you please!
