in my kitchen: the spirit of sandra.

It's Tiffany/Likely here.  I am around so infrequently that I think I should introduce myself when I do pop in. (hi. and a big howdy to sandra)I have realized what a stack of pictures I have in my files of food from my kitchen.  Food can just be so beautiful and sometimes I just can't help but snap a picture.  I thought this might be a good place to share some of them.


This was my haul from Rousedale Farm last Friday.  Steve Rouse (farmer steve to us) is an organic farmer that lives less than five minutes away.  I email him often in the mornings and afternoons and ask him what he has on hand to inspire or help finish off a meal I am preparing.  We've become pretty good friends.

Last week he mentioned that he was going to be harvesting all he had left and that I could come and take what I wanted.  take.  He offered it for free, but I did put $10 in the egg box (the box left out for come-and-take eggs and leave $ in the box).  There was enough to share and I ended up creating three bags for some friends I was meeting up with that evening for the adult session of Stake Conference.  (the carpool van smelled like delicious garlic and chives :)

Sandra (the main author of this blog) moved away from Maryland a few months ago now, but her presence is still here, in the ward, in my kitchen.  She left in her wake a strong impression on a lot of people.  I thought of her this morning as I processed this produce.  My kitchen was humming with black beans boiling with garlic, onions, and a variety of peppers. Whole wheat macaroni on another burner. Butternut squash and sweet potatoes were roasting in the oven.  Brown rice in the rice cooker.  Garbanzo beans steaming in a large glass measuring cup. Eggplant, peppers, garlic and onions going through the food processor, shredded to become a thick pasta sauce.

All to be turned into our food this week.  A layered black bean enchilada dish, butternut squash macaroni and cheese, sweet potato baby food, potato-chickpea curry, and an all vegetable pasta sauce...

And I thought.... dear me.  I am turning into Sandra.

and I was happy.