We all have memories of special items from our childhood. A Grandmother's glass candy jar, treasured for its delicate conical glass top as much as its contents. A certain German beer stein that doubled as a tea kettle for my imaginary party guests. A finished wooden walking stick, and the way it rested gently on the fireplace's rough brick walls. A deck of worm animal cards, played with by generations of grandchildren. And, the honored honey pot. I'm not sure where my mother purchased this great jar, but as an adult I love its filling as much as its vessel.
Finding reliable, local, year round food here can be obviously difficult considering the tiny growing season. Right now we are being spoiled with the summer produce at the markets and co-op, and even our garden is providing. I never enjoyed honey as a child, although I remember my brother globing the stuff on his bowl of cream of wheat until we weren't sure where the honey stopped and the wheat began. But, this local Bozeman honey is amazing. Its spicy, its sweet, and it is even thought to help combat seasonal allergies. Lately, I've enjoyed it in tea (always trying to cut the coffee addiction), baked goods, salad dressings, and even burgers.
Move over, agave.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Another bite, please.
Summer in Montana... it's finally here. After months (and months) of waiting, the garden is growing and the days are long. As I sit here on my patio, I am in awe of the fact of all the change that happens so frequently in this place. I happen to love change, so maybe I will fit in here after all.
Speaking of which... I am taking a leap. Recognizing that although I love singing rounds of "The Old Gray Mare" to little Charli and serving endless amounts of jasmine rice in the local Thai restaurant, these are not career paths I care to be on forever.
So, after months of planning and learning and scheming, One More Bite has been born. I will be at the Bogert Farmer's Market in Bozeman next week.. so anyone craving some stellar chicken nuggets or lentil burgers come on down. Rice and singing can be provided for an additional charge.
Speaking of which... I am taking a leap. Recognizing that although I love singing rounds of "The Old Gray Mare" to little Charli and serving endless amounts of jasmine rice in the local Thai restaurant, these are not career paths I care to be on forever.
So, after months of planning and learning and scheming, One More Bite has been born. I will be at the Bogert Farmer's Market in Bozeman next week.. so anyone craving some stellar chicken nuggets or lentil burgers come on down. Rice and singing can be provided for an additional charge.
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