In a small, Northern Vermont Kitchen, we sate our appetites with homemade meals and a love of local ingredients.
I’m going to divulge a deep and dirty secret about being a food blogger. We live and die by daylight. Artificial overhead light ruins the look of food and the
Poor Demeter. Her daughter, Persephone, was taken by Hades and carried away to the underworld. Demeter was the goddess of agriculture and the earth withered as crops dried up because
Oh, the lovely things we find at the farmers market. Jedd was afraid that this past week might be the last because of the weather. (It snowed on Friday. Yikes!)
In our last CSA basket for the season (sad sniffle) we had some beautiful delicata squash. And I wanted to celebrate them with a hearty stuffing that was as pretty
I really believe that parsley is an under-utilized ingredient. I love the stuff. One of my odd little dating/dining embarrassments would be the fact that I wouldn’t eat the parsley
Halfway up one of the many green hills rolling gently a mile outside the small village of Enosburg Falls, Vermont, sits a small house built in 1870, a unique two-cupola