Sweet, Salty, Sour & Spicy
it’s what summer dreams are made of ✨…
~ real food, balanced living ~
I was going to title this post: ‘15 Recipes to Remind Us of Spring” but that didn’t sound very committal so thought I better double down and cheer things on….
I could stare at these wonky characters all day long (current screensaver so I kinda am).
If you do nothing more than roast them with a little olive oil and salt, I think you’ll be really happy with the results. They ask little and give a lot….
Your biggest challenge is going to be resisting the temptation to devour the entire pan of jammy red peppers & caramelized garlic before they hit the plate!
These warm chickpeas served up in a Greek style marinade with melty feta are the perfect spring transition dish – enjoy them on their own or wrapped up in a pita, gyro/souvlaki style, with tzatziki. D’lish….
I hope you don’t mind if I squeak this one in before the warm weather settles on us for good.
My brother sent a picture of giant snowflakes falling in the Québec Laurentians earlier this week, big fluffy cotton balls dotting the screen and resting in a pile of white on the spruce branches. I thought it was beautiful but the locals may have a different idea in April.
Still, it feels like we are in a moment of soup. …
Shuffle this one up to the top of your must make list tout suite friends (toot sweet!) …
In my view, it’s always a good time for buffalo wings.
But especially so during Super Bowl season. Let’s get a little fire going in our bellies! …
Blue skies are back and the sun is sitting a little higher. Light is filtering in broken color through the lemons and cherry flowers and I’m watching a bunch of honey bees floating between pink petals, their sharp buzzing no match for the orchestral arrival of the birds (did you know that songbirds have two sets of vocal cords – humans have one – which allows them to produce two different sounds simultaneously? No wonder they can belt out a tune)….
Making all your salt & vinegar dreams come true.
As far back as I can remember, I was sneaking olives and pickles out of my parents’ fridge and drinking the juice (the grand prize), with hands barely big enough to manage the jar. …