200 g yellow lentils (arhar dal)
1g cumin seeds
60 g finely chopped onion
60g fresh chopped tomatoes (can used canned)
15g chopped coriander (cilantro)
3g red chili powder
5g ground coriander
3g turmeric powder
20g chopped garlic
20 freshly grated ginger
60g ghee (or butter)
20mL lemon juice
Salt (to taste)
Soak the lentils for 20-30 minutes, drain and rinse, then cook in boiling water until tender. Heat the oil in a pan and gently toast the cumin seeds, ginger and garlic. Add the chopped onion and sauté until golden brown. Add the chopped tomatoes and bring to a simmer. Finally, add the red chili powder, ground coriander, turmeric and salt. Cook until the oil separates and the add the cooked lentils. Bring back to a simmer. Garnish with fresh cilantro leaves and lemon juice. Serve hot.
Cappelletti in Brodo Toscano
The word cappelletto means “little hat,” which is what this pasta should resemble. They are traditionally served in broth, as are the more infamous “tortellini”.
Prepare the filling by making a fine paste from: [Read more…]
Ida Sarah Burroughs 10/30/1914 – 11/15/2016
This picture brings tears to my eyes, even though it was taken 4 years ago, I call this picture dried apple Sarah. Sarah lived four more years after this shot and lived to be 102. Not unwell.
Never unwell. None of us can remember a time when she was sick. She broke her hip at 92, but recovered and lived 10 more years to tell the story.
You could say that Sarah was never a pretty woman, but even at 100 she radiated warmth of spirit. She was fiercely independent with strong cheekbones and and not afraid to work. She had boundless energy and could match just about anyone in the cotton field. Just don’t ask her to grab eggs from under a chicken’s behind. She had a fear of feathers. She was the oldest and had three brothers under her. [Read more…]
This recipe comes from my dear aunt Sarah. You should not attempt to make them before learning more about her first. They will taste so much better with Sarah’s memory by your side.
3 cups of dried apples
1 cup sugar
1 cup water
2 t cinnamon
dash of clove and nutmeg
Dry your apples in the back of your car in summer with the windows rolled up.
Put them in a pan with the water and sugar.
Stew until soft. Add and the spices.
Let cool before spooning onto the dough. [Read more…]
South Bay Magazine, 2016
“As award-winning tour operator Peggy Markel suggests, it is a “feast for the senses.” With two decades of deep experience in global culinary traditions, she personally hand-tailors each of her programs to lead her guests into cultural immersion through the sensorial pleasure of food in Morocco.
Her Moroccan adventure was developed in conjunction with the inception of the luxurious Jnane Tamsna guesthouse, a paradigm of Moroccan luxury and class in the Palmeraie and home to designer Meryanne Loum-Martin. Peggy’s personalized trip offers a complete experience of how cuisine, culture and the popular global Moroccan style can bring a sense of expansiveness and appreciation to our lives.”
South Bay Magazine, 2016, by Kara Mickelson
If we like our birds stuffed, we will like our squash stuffed as well. Why not use the same idea such as wild rice and chestnuts? It’s easy to make it a savory and delicious main course.
KABOCHA SQUASH STUFFED WITH WILD RICE AND CHESTNUTS
1 kabocha squash (or acorn, or butternut if you can’t find kabocha. Get a small sqaush if only for one and decrease rice to 1/2 c)
1 cup Lundberg wild rice blend [Read more…]
What structure could be more charming than a Riad? A 2 story square within a square with bedrooms and verandas looking onto a central open-air courtyard, usually with fruit trees, a small pool or a fountain. This architectural design is ingenious for creating space and breath and yet gives a sense of privacy and being held. There’s an atmosphere of calm and enchantment. A possibility of endless cups of tea and inspiration. A place to daydream by day, and by candlelight at night. It invites you to get lost in thought, or no thought and have deep conversations, or do whatever you love to do. It’s a place of refuge and gives permission for your quieter voices to be heard.
There are a lot of memories swirling around about this day, 50 years ago, better known as the Flood of 1966. There’s a small rectangular plack under the green shutter to the right of the Madonna that shows how high the water came up to.
This is my street in Florence, and my door. I live on the top 4th floor. If I didn’t have anywhere to go, would I have felt safe? There would be nowhere to escape.
Last week I felt the tremors and wondered if my building fell, would I survive? Doubtfully. My heart goes out to the ones who survived the flood and all the mud angels that came to help and all the people caught in the earthquakes over the last month.
Italy for all its charm and beauty, can really take a beating sometimes.