I’m in a rush, which sometimes seems a permanent state of affairs in December. Luckily this crispy little snack—whether for myself or to share—will be quick. Continue reading
Although our Dinner in White has come and gone, this salad endures. And no, by that I don’t mean that I have week-old leftovers in my fridge. (I mean, I might, but let’s not speak of that.) I mean that I already had to make this salad again, and I am looking forward to having it on our table often throughout the winter. Along with that smoky cauliflower frittata, of course, and the cheddar and dijon cauliflower soup and that whole roasted cauliflower and…I might almost be looking forward to fall.
Unlike most of the recipes I post here, let me warn you, this one takes an hour. An hour! But it’s mostly hands-off time in the oven, and it’s worth it. The cauliflower emerges limp and tender, the chickpeas crisp-edged and meaty. The pine nuts add crunch and the raisins sweetness and the whole thing will leave you actually happy that it’s cool enough to turn your oven on for an hour. We most recently ate this dish with a grated carrot salad, baked orzo with tomatoes, and a piece of grilled fish. It was certainly a feast befitting the harvest season. Continue reading
Last night it rained, an honest, garden-soaking, puddle-making rain. It hadn’t rained in 48 days. (Seattle’s record dry spell, set in 1951, was 51 days.) On the way out the door this morning, wrapped in coats against the newly-brisk air, my four-year-old cheerfully sang out our family’s frequent admonishment to her toddling little sister: “No boots, no puddles!” It suddenly felt like fall.
It’s as good a day as any to put on a pot of beans. Continue reading