We missed the Evergreen State Fair this year. I don't know how that happens. I am always so determined that we're going to go, but sometimes August slips into September and our chance disappears along with it. There's always the Puyallup, but it's not the same thing. All my best memories are from the Fair in Monroe. And of all those memories, the most precious to me is the last time I went with my grandmother. She announced one day that she wanted to go. In itself, that request doesn't seem ... continue reading...
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Italian Quinoa Bites
Happy Friday, everyone! Oh, wow. Just as I typed that, I had a memory from 1987. I was a teacher in a private school, with the most amazing group of 13 gifted children. They ranged in age from 4-7, but their abilities were all over the place. Some of them read at a high school level. Every night I would prepare individual folders for them for each of their subjects. I still remember saying, "Stephanie can do at least 12 pages of math ..." as I stuffed pages in her folder. Anyway, we had a ... continue reading...
Tera’s New Favorite Soup
So, if you haven't noticed, we make soup a LOT around here. A lot as in at least once a week, and sometimes two. In the winter, that might bump up to three. It's just amazing to me how easy soup is, and how just the addition or subtraction of a few things can create a brand new recipe. I can't even remember the last time I cracked open a cookbook to make soup. It's just something that kind of makes itself based on what's on hand and what needs to go. Yesterday, Tera made me play cards with her ... continue reading...
Retro Alert: Tuna Noodle Casserole (Plus a Possibly Paleo Salad)
So, this is embarrassing. I fully expected to have a picture for you. A long-shot, for sure, so you could see all that retro cheesiness in its full glory. But at least one close-up, once the first serving had been removed, so you could see all the individual layers of noodles and French fried onions and, yes, more cheese. And probably a very close shot of a forkful of all that deliciousness heading toward my iPhone camera lens. But somebody put it on the potluck table before I could get the ... continue reading...
Jumbleberry Cobbler, AKA “Baked Summer”
Recently, while brushing up on my history of the American cobbler (and it's crazy how much I've forgotten since eighth-grade American cobbler class), I read up on how to distinguish the cobbler from its close kin: grunts, slumps, crisps, crumbles, Bettys, buckles, pandowdies, zonkers, sonkers, tarts, tortes and croustades. And with that information fresh in mind, I had to fight the temptation to change the topping in this recipe to something nutty or cracker-crumby JUST so I could call this ... continue reading...
Moon Songs
"The heart knows its own bitterness ..." Proverbs 14:10 Craig was only twelve, but that was two years more living than I had under my belt, so naturally I believed him. "I know why that old German lady is crazy," he told my cousin and me, gesturing to the house next to his. His was the skinny in-between farm, flanked on one side by my grandparents and on the other by the lady in question. I didn't doubt Craig. He knew just enough more about everything else that we never thought to question ... continue reading...