Last week I was planning dinner for visiting friends, and I was seized by a craving for cool, creamy chocolate mousse. I had a bag of Scharffen-Berger chocolate burning a hole in my baking cupboard and no desire to turn on the oven. But there was just one problem: my friend is pregnant, and my [...]
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When we were in Italy in June, we stayed at a friend’s house that, as luck would have it, was down the road from a fantastically fertile wild cherry tree. Each morning we’d hike up to it and fill our hats. One morning we even used the rental car as a ladder in order to [...]
Read MorePacking food for a picnic in the park and packing food for a trip to the beach require a different set of rules. For starters, there’s the sand…
There’s also the wind. Beaches tend to be breezy, which means that sand and salt swirl around, attaching themselves to anything that’s remotely sticky, wet, or, let’s [...]
I spent yesterday on the set of Cultivating Life, a television show about reconnecting with the land. No, no big sound-stage; no wardrobe and make-up trailers (which might have helped curtail my copious sweating). I was on the property belonging to the host, Sean Conway. It’s a gorgeous nursery-turned-oasis in Tiverton, Rhode Island, where the [...]
Read MoreIn honor of Escapes Month, I made a quick — or so I thought — escape Wednesday afternoon to a goat farm on the North Fork of Long Island, which led to an all-day meander to farm stands, a winery and a picnic in a lavender field. I know: how lucky am I?
My mother-in-law wanted [...]
Okay, okay, alright already, I’ll do it.
The Kitchn has been tweeting as a group here, at thekitchn, but I’ve finally decided to bust out and tweet on my own. You can find me here, at sarakategr.
Okay, okay, alright already, I’ll do it.
The Kitchn has been tweeting as a group here, at thekitchn, but I’ve finally decided to bust out and tweet on my own. You can find me here, at sarakategr.
Two weeks ago, we were in Italy for our summer holiday and, as you know, I spent the first week wondering the streets of Florence, just following my nose. On the last day I picked up a very generous kilo of fresh ripe apricots from a little farm stall on the Piazza Santo Spirito. Ursula [...]
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