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And so it came to pass that we needed to clean out the basement freezer (we already lost one in the last flood so we need to remove any future loss by cleaning out the basement entirely) and I found a frozen puff pastry I had bought for one of the many events we’ve had to cancel over this past Winter (obviously, still a sore spot, as the cancellations continue — someday we’ll feel like humans with a life again). I had ignored it because I thought it was a big deal and that I needed a lot of time or patience, or something I don’t feel like I’ve had a lot of lately (of course, I could have just read the package, I wasn’t making the puff from scratch — I feel good about the Dufour Pastry group, they even make a plant-based organic version, acts the same). It has been a game-changer.
It thaws rather quickly (less than an hour outside of the fridge, 2-3 hours inside — consistency doesn’t change that much but if you are doing something more delicate, I’d opt to thaw longer in the fridge) and works great to throw on top of a cast iron skillet full of (leftover) cooked chicken/gravy/and veg as a ‘pot pie’ (just follow directions on package for baking, and be careful the pan is then hot!).
The other night we chose to roast some cauliflower to top a thawed and partially pre-baked (as per box direction) puff with a little bacon cooked up with garlic and onions, sliced up leftover roasted potatoes, and feta cheese. Rebake and amazing!! We tried to make little wells and roast eggs in it but that didn’t turn out as good as we had hoped, we’ll have to experiment a little more there but the Roasted Veg Tart with Feta was great. I think anything that tastes lovely carmelized and roasted would go great on this tart (we really piled it up, too — on a regular sheet pan toss veg to roast with olive oil, sea salt, and fresh ground black pepper, roast at 375 degrees stirring occasionally to brown up many bits, remove when roasted to your liking, chop a little more to work best on pastry) like roasted sweet potatoes or squash, broccoli, parsnips or carrots, golden beets, asparagus, eggplant with maybe an addition of toasted pine nuts or Dukka, dried or fresh herbs like sage or rosemary, possibly dried fruits like sliced fig or dried plums, sauteed mushrooms and any kind of allium (I can’t wait for Summer scapes)…the feta baked on top was delicious (I love Pumpkin Vine Family Farm‘s goat feta — it’s divine, and they are wonderful — you can go and visit, they host a Farmer’s Market and many events). Get a puff, try it out, it was an easy peasy ‘kitchen-sink’ kind of meal which I love. And a hit for boardgame night!



{life with a curious and crazy 13 yr old}
Time shifts and slips, cycles and renews, constricts and flows freely. Somedays time feels on track — everything in its own time, and all of that. Other days it feels short or whips on by. Our brains on remote control mode, held by a crazed monkey (why, a monkey? mischievous little guys…) or a duende — speeding us up unnecessarily or slowing it wayyy downnn, skipping ahead, rewatching the good parts, blocking the awkward moments.
The last couple of weeks have certainly made us focus on slowing down, but still…with kids, it always feels a little fast. Lately the Duende (with a capital D!) has been working more on her ‘quill writing’ and making ink from charcoal and beet juice, we got a nice snow in there somewhere and she decided to work on a fort, we took care of the very neglected ‘plant wall’ and cleaned up some derelict spaces, watched a flurry of Robins along with some little friends (the Cardinals, House and Goldfinches, Nuthatch, Titmouse, Chicka-dee-dee-dee’s, and Junco’s foraging rosehips, various berries, and seeds), danced and snuggled (she’s in love with the movie The Book of Life right now), and of course, played dead (both in the house, and the snow). Meanwhile — while the bread bakes, her fashionable self takes her to galleries (I love that picture! ha!) and antique places like the Hallowell Antique Mall, Another Man’s Treasure, and The Rusticators Emporium (a lovely day off playing ‘whats the weirdest thing you’ve seen’, results in Friday’s blog), where she buys velvet ribbons for her hair (like a Victorian gal).
Oh, how time flies when we’re having fun. ❤















Moon in Aries sextile Pluto in Aquarius
This week’s increased speed with which we receive, approach, and go about our lives must be tempered by the grounding influence of Moon, Jupiter, and Uranus’s presence in stable and resourceful Taurus if we are to make the kind of progress we want to. The week starts out bold, desirous, and hopeful, and the excitement can be infectious, but we always have to remember the story of the hare and the tortoise. Blue skies are on the horizon and the Sun is coming out, but we have healthy boundaries, due diligence, and an enormous accumulation of information and knowledge to strategically implement if we are to bask gloriously and tranquilly in those golden rays.
We sure can be energized to tackle our tasks today, as long as there is some form of positive growth and enhancement that goes along with it. We sometimes do do do without thinking about how such doing is not necessarily getting us anywhere. Our motivation today is more focused on getting somewhere we have ideally been wanting to go. And this is not necessarily a physical location or destination, this is about our dreams, goals, and futuristic ideas.
What we may lose in this charged pursuit is the support of anyone who tends to follow rules and do things “by the book.” This is a rebellious aspect that warrants some classy misbehavior. Of course I am not endorsing harmful acts in any way, instead I am simply saying that we should not be afraid to step out of the norms of societal conditioning, because rarely does that get us someplace we have never been. In the words of Lew Welch, “Step out onto the Planet. Draw a circle 100 feet round. Inside the circle are 300 things nobody understands and, maybe, nobody’s ever seen. How many can you find?”
from Geoff Gronlund (& Mexicali Blues)


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{life with a curious and crazy 13 yr old}
Duende’s new motto is “Grilled Cheese for Life” which might contradict with her obsession over pickles (and eating pickles with cheese, or yogurt, or really anything) but this kid lives in the mastery of contradictions. It’s generally a beautiful place full of art, dancing, crazy fashion, and laughter. Sometimes it is a messy place of dirty socks, doll clothes, marble runs, and art supplies. It waffles from pop anthems (Black Pink, Sia, & a lot of J. Lo lately) to Edwardian Farm (of the BBC historic farm series/documentaries).
Last week she learned to knit (thank you Fish!), and this week she is practicing her cursive with a quill and ink (she likes to make her own ink, too). She is also crocheting a fox, made cupcakes, is planning her summer art series in her Crow’s Nest, and whipped up a Boxelele that almost really plays (I think she’s moving on to a cigar box uke this week, she has the plans). The snow is already ice and there is more snow on the way, so I am still holding out for a sledding party!









Alas, alack, it seems our Imbolc dinner party is going to be canceled this year. We’ve had a roughly annual gathering for almost 10 years now so I am so sad that we can’t just figure out how to work it with our new shop/baking schedule. It seems at some level this season, all of our celebrations are canceled by something or another. It is tough trying to have a life and a business. I am trying not to let it get us down but I can tell we are all worn pretty thin and have little to look forward to right now.
But there is snow coming and hopefully it will be the pretty kind to blanket us and keep us cozy and wintery. It is supposed to cool way down by the end of the week which I hope sticks around a bit (not that I care for the cold, but I care for all the things it allows — like hibernation for such things like maple trees, lilacs, and other assorted lovely things, I could use some hibernation…) so we can have a rebirth in the Spring.
I desire a little mending time, further garden planning (I’ve got Kavasch’s Medicine Wheel Garden book at the ready for coffee breaks), and arty reimaginings of this hibernation/rebirth scenario. I desire slow-cooked stews and warm buttered bread, tea with honey, soaking baths, and reading by the woodstove fire. I’m in article writing mode, working on developing a couple of little lectures for our pamphlet publishing (Rubble Books) — Punk & American Transcendentalism, Elemental Jaunts, perhaps a return to old themes (I was reminded today how I almost went to skool as an English major focusing on post war Japanese and German literature, and then worked on an art book on American eugenics), and Bread Philosophy.
I think the baker is dreaming of afternoons of bookbinding, tiny book making, poetry and coffee, maybe a little Scotch. His needs are pretty simple; he likes to chop wood, read books, listen to records. He’ll be getting ready to clean up the sugar shack soon so he can tap and boil sap to syrup in March. The kid will be happy to have some snow to dance and sled in (I don’t think we were able to have a sledding party/race last year — maybe we’ll be lucky this year!).
Until then, Doris (the starter) bubbles away and builds the beautiful breads. We will keep buying the small press books that make us think, put together gift baskets, and hope the woodpile holds out.
Here’s to staying cozy…












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We were very fortunate to have travelled to Morocco when we were younger and stayed with extended extended family. We travelled with a Moroccan and got to see all the in’s and out’s of a couple of the big cities and some of the countryside. We visited Casablanca and Rabat, stayed in Mohammedia, took a crazy trip to Fez and then a train to Marrakesh, all in all spending about a month there.
Besides having a brief (but intense) bout of ‘Hassan’s Revenge’ for the both of us (and then grateful for separate beds in Marrakesh), our trip was amazing and we loved every minute of it. We visited old forts, many a marketplace (including Djemaa el-Fna), ate in palaces, toured ceramics makers, got henna, went to a Hammam (bathhouse), Jardin Majorelle, and a Fantasia performance.
And we ate, oh, we ate. All the things. Fresh clementines from the trees, market strawberries, street merguez, tajines full of meats and dates and prunes, couscous with piles of vegetables and choice lamb, chicken with olives and preserved lemons, local fish and seafood, sfinge, and even pizza with anchovies and olives, and plenty of orange soda. When the extended family would visit the States they would continue to make us miraculous treats like Bisteeya and more tajines.
Saffron, cumin, and cinnamon are the super combo that makes Moroccan food so dreamy and deep flavored lightened with lemony brightness. And they shine in the lusciousness of Harira — a fortified stew eaten generally in the fasting breaks during Ramadan. Meat, eggs, lentils, and garbanzo beans are the proteins while the noodles and thick broth fill you up. Flavored with parsley, celery, tomatoes, and onions, it is really hearty fare. I tone it down a bit by eliminating the lentils (and celery — mostly because I don’t have it on hand because I’m not a big fan), reducing some of the onion, and using canned chickpeas and tomatoes, and sometimes adding a bit of cilantro at the end. There are versions without the egg-lemon mixture but I don’t find them as interesting.
This is from Paula Wolfert’s original Couscous cookbook, a book I found by chance at Rivendell Books in Montpelier, VT a million years ago (ok, maybe 25) and use it often. I love Paula’s authentic processes though I adapt many that I make regularly to quicker versions. In this version I use lamb necks (salt on both sides). I heat ghee or butter with a little oil and add a healthy pinch of saffron, turmeric, ginger, black pepper, chopped onion and chopped parsley to the pot and stir until fragrant and the onions have softened, then I add the lamb necks to brown in the hot oil on either side. I pour a big can of fire-roasted tomatoes in, and then fill the can again and pour that in. Add 2 sticks of cinnamon, 2 cups of chicken broth and bring to a boil, then simmer with the lid askew for 1 and a half hours. I then add 2 cans of garbanzo/chickpeas to the pot, bring to a boil,adding fine soup eggnoodles. When they are al dente, I then stream in the lemon/egg mixture (if it goes to fast and doesn’t form long egg strands like she says, it is more like egg drop soup and is still delicious, don’t beat yourself up about it), while stirring constantly. I serve with a swirl more of lemon juice (or lemon wedges), and a little chopped cilantro.
A rich and hearty stew for the chill of Winter.




Get crackin’. Let’s hope the storm doesn’t deter us (or fill the basement with water)…






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