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cocktails Recipes Seasons Summer TRAVEL

PICKLED-BERRY GIN & TONIC

Last summer we spent several weeks in the Seattle area with Shauna, Danny and Lucy; we were there shooting several video pieces as well as sharing stories, birthdays and some of the glorious foods of summer. It’s just a normal day when the Aherns gather friends around their table and open their home to an impromptu get-together; August 6th is Shauna’s birthday (that’s today – happy birthday Shauna!), the weather was spectacular with azure-blue skies and temperatures in the mid-80s. The entire island had been waiting for the blackberries to ripen for picking; jams, pies, buckles or eaten straight out of hand – it didn’t matter what the berries would be used for, what mattered was the gathering of friends.

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breakfast Recipes

GLUTEN-FREE BROWN-BUTTER YEASTED WAFFLES

Waffles were a big deal at the little house on Ankeny Street; my mother had a large waffle baker that had a long black ‘fabric-type’ of cord with little gold threads running through it. She would make one very large waffle or 4 individual pieces could be torn apart and shared; butter, jam or maple syrup was passed around the table and we were convinced we were the luckiest kids on the street.

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Bloomington Bites Magazines & Cookbooks Recipes salad Summer vegetarian

BLOOMINGTON BITES – BLACKBERRY, JICAMA & APPLE SALAD


Musical pairing – Englishman in New York by Sting

Alien Encounters: Jicama – There’s no doubt about it: Jicama (HIH-kih-muh) can be quite intimidating. The large, brownish root, derived, Mark Bittman informs me, from a poisonous Central American vine, is very possibly as large as my head and devilishly tricky to peel. Not to mention the fact that the jicama will probably always be directly connected in my mind with the mysterious and slightly alien.

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desserts eggs lunch Recipes

I’M NOT DUTCH, BUT THIS BABY IS!


Musical pairing – Easy by Commodores

Twitter is full of comments about life being crazy busy right now and I must confess, I find myself in the same boat.  Where are the lazy days of summer that songwriters wax poetic about ‘cuz they sure ain’t hangin’ around here – we are running from one forest fire to the next!  Who has time to make a proper breakfast?