Elisabeth Fondell
Curator of words, places, and food. || Rural life. [@twinsprucepottery] On a creative sabbatical - see my blog for more:

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My Recipes
Basil, Bacon & Cabbage Basmati Plates With Double Onion & Garlic Sauce
The comfort of lunch at home, the bright glimmer of the first snow in weeks, the fullness of the refrigerator, the promise of afternoon coffee & a newspaper. Welcoming these things and more with gratitude. . Today for lunch I made these basil, bacon & cabbage basmati plates with sweet and sour red cabbage, double onion & garlic sauce and a hefty topping of avocado. It tasted even better than it looks.? >>> Link to recipe on @thefeedfeed:
Shakshuka With Basil & Fried Halloumi
It is morning, and I sit at my table, my table which I've moved to the sunniest part of the living room to eat this shakshuka in the sun's warmth.
Cauliflower cake with rosemary, eggs, onion and parmesan on a slow winter’s morning. [Thanks to @ottolenghi for the recipe inspiration.✌️]
Welcoming 2018 with last night's forgotten champagne turned into mimosas. Looking for hope in the promise of a new year as we forge ahead. May our tables be plentiful and our days full of life.
Celebrating the darkness of this solstice season in a warm, cozy studio with full plates and platters: shrimp deviled eggs with dill, red cabbage and apple salad, salmon avocado mini clubs (pictured), pickled herring, pear and blue cheese salad, cheeses, oven bacon, salmon, blueberries, and more.
The kind of day when friends come from afar, the house feels like a warm cocoon in the middle of the flat, brisk expanse, the wine opens at noon, and this blasted squash cake that took hours and hours turns out so pretty I almost don't want to eat it. Almost. [Kabocha, olive oil, bittersweet chocolate cake from @gjelinarestaurant].
I see that the life of this place is always emerging beyond expectation or prediction or typicality, that it is unique, given to the world minute by minute, only once, never to be repeated. And this is when I see that this life is a miracle, absolutely worth having, absolutely worth saving. We are alive within mystery, by miracle. [Wendell Berry] || Open your eyes to the many things you take for granted, the people you love, the food filling your tables, the fullness of the world each day.
Scenes from the weekend: a leftover lunch on the porch in the fading days of summer. The warmth remains, interspersed with cold gloom, and I'm crossing my fingers that it's enough for more of my tomatoes to ripen.
Some days you make kimchi in bulk for an event and then visit the fairgrounds to enter various preservatives in the county fair. Just a regular day here on the prairie.
For the green grass and the birds singing and the joy of a omelet and the warmth of spring - for these things and more I am thankful.