Sour Cherry Cake


 "Make a choice. Take a step. Make a choice. Take a step. It's a rhythm of life. You may not get your answer until you make the choice and take the step."
- Hannah Brencher, Come Matter Here
I have written and re-written the body of this post several times. Thing is, as much as I intended to wonder about why we no longer swap recipes with each other (okay, outside of the food-blogging world), what wants to come out is something different. What wants to come out is a confession. So I'm going to confess it to you guys here, in hopes that if you're feeling something similar, you'll realize you're not the only one. Here it goes:

I'm really scared of succeeding.

Peach And Pimento Grilled Cheese Sandwiches




So here's the deal: I never count myself as a country girl. I didn't take horseback riding lessons or want a horse. I didn't date a farmer. I didn't (and don't) speak with a twang. But I definitely appreciate the fact that though it doesn't often make it onto the application, a portion of my professional resume involves helping to spearhead a baking, produce, and cut-flowers farm operation. I don't know why I appreciate it so much. I don't know. It's just cool to have lived an alternate life as a farmer, landscaper, house-builder, whatever (yes, I spent time as all these things during high school). For a whole year our lives were spent taking weeds off things and bugs off things and - when the weeds and bugs didn't prevail - taking vegetables off things. Listen: when you organically farm on a budget, there are no cool microorganisms you're ordering to do the weed-chopping and bug-pulling for you. It's pure manpower, babes. Man-power and fish emulsion.

Spice-Roasted Vegetables With Chermoula





Back in the day, I would never have agreed to fix a totally vegetarian/vegan meal for dinner. In my mind, "vegetarian" and "vegan" were ways you ate when normal food failed you, or you were allergic to basically everything on this planet except vegetables. I've always loved vegetables as the side-kick, but for too long I gave them very little title notice. Vegetables were the Debbie Reynolds-as-a-Coconut-Grove-girl from Singing in the Rain: cute, but nothing to put alongside the Gene Kellys of the dinner table.