I’ve got a real post in the works, but in the mean time, I felt that the scope of the books you all discussed in response to this post just had to be turned into a straight-up list. I’ve done my best to make sure they’re all in there, and although fitting them into categories was a challenge, I did my best. If I missed one, or if you thought of a book that should be in here, feel free to leave it in the comments and I’ll add it in. Thanks so much for building this. What a resource. And so here it is…
The Books that Will Change Everything (according to the wise and wonderful readers of Eating From The Ground Up) Continue reading
When Sadie was tiny, we took her to visit our friends in Cambridge for her first big weekend away. We were all less than a year out of college, but our friends (on the brink of marriage and children themselves) were good enough to embrace the seismic shift in our identities along with massive amount of parenting supplies we deposited in their living room to get us through the weekend. We had another friend from school who lived in the city, and he promised he’d drop by to say hello.
At least, he thought that’s what he would do. But what really happened was that he walked in the front door, took two steps forward, and froze at the sight of Joey and the tiny human slung over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. This is too much for me.” And he ran away. Continue reading
This song, through the red leaves fast, car windows down, REALLY LOUD.
And this one, for the back porch after everyone has gone to bed. For when the air is warmer than it should be this time of year, and across the field or the road or the city, you can almost see something glimmering. Walk towards it, feet wet in the cold grass.
(Don’t laugh! Okay laugh, but then remember with your 17-year old self. Remember when there was no such thing as perspective, and everything felt big, and real, and now? I think it’s good to get a dose of that every now and then.)
And a few recipes for now, too, especially if you have too many apples on your hands.
maple apple chips. I’m on my second double batch of these this week. I told Joey I was trying to preserve apples and he should stop eating entire trays of them. He said I should stop making them taste like that.
stuffed squash. For any variety you have kicking around in your kitchen.
apple bread. Every year I rediscover this, and every year it becomes my favorite quick bread. Better than banana.
And keep those books coming! Your comments have been so great. I think I might need to gather them together in a master list.
Happy Monday, friends.
Today, in honor of the late Marcella Hazan, I want to talk about books.
A few years ago at a wedding, I met up with my friend, Andrew. We had known each other in college, but I hadn’t seen him since then. I had just started my first book; he had spent the last several years working in the kitchen at Zuni Cafe in San Francisco. We sat on the patio outside the party for hours, talking about food and writing and why we had both landed in the kitchen. At one point, he took me over to the gift table, and he showed me the unwrapped book he had slipped into the pile amidst the appliances and serving platters. Continue reading
Sometimes, the idea of “preservation” brings up images of other people. Hippies with epic sauerkraut crocks. Farmers with 200 pounds of tomatoes. Brooklyn hipsters with secret connections at the Greenmarket. People with more time, less work, more gardening skills, better grandmothers who taught them how to make blueberry jam. Continue reading