Notes from Above the Ground
A May garden update, and a trip to the Denver Urban Homesteading farmer's market.
Category Archives: Persnickety Bits
Scribbles by Sparks
A shameless promotion of my newest venture, Scribbles by Sparks. I have started making monoprinted cards and bookmarks from my son's scribbles, to help pay for much-needed autism therapies.
Distraction
An announcement about our son, as well as two coconut flour recipes: basic pancakes and crepes filled with yogurt, almonds and chocolate, or Meyer lemon curd.
Mom’s Macaroni Soup
A trip down Memory Lane with a very simple soup of macaroni, milk and butter.
Squish
After going a little crazy with winter squash varieties at the farmer's market, here are two squash dishes: simply roasted sweet dumpling squash, and butternut squash macaroni and cheese, with a rant about hiding food…
Changing Allegiances? (Part 2)
Part Two of my review of SpicesInc, detailing the specific herbs and spices I received in my order.
Changing Allegiances? (Part 1)
A review of SpicesInc products and service---I think I have a new primary spice vendor!
SESNA Community Garden
For several years I have been taking walks to a local park with the dog and the baby, and we frequently walk down 19th Street past the SESNA Community Garden. I couldn’t help but peek…
The Traditional Foods Movement and Me
A long discussion about my introduction to the traditional foods movement and an evaluation of my family's own dietary choices as they relate to nourishment.
Better Than a Restaurant?
A discussion of the state of food in Salem, simply baked Copper River salmon topped with sauteed mushrooms, and a luscious potato-turnip gratin.
Pardon Our Dust
An overview of the much-needed overhaul we gave to the blog recently.
My New Baby
And no, not a human baby. Meet my shiny new oven, complete with a ceramic range and convection fan.
Filling in the Gaps
This is a summary post overviewing the meals and baked goods I made over the holidays, concluding with the highlight of my father making ebelskivers.
The Secret Origins of the Persnickety Palate
The story of the first time I willingly added an ingredient I dislike to a recipe.
