April Bloomfield’s first book, A Girl and Her Pig, was a big deal in the food world when it came out a couple of years ago.
It is officially spring. But official spring never feels like the spring that exists in my imagination.
Sometimes I forget that I like salad.
I remember that I should eat salad, and then I react against the idea with the sulky resentment of a teenager.
Now that it’s fall, can we talk about butternut squash for a minute? I love its flavor, but I have to confess that I find it to be kind of a pain to break down.
With the normal thrum of busy lives it can be tough to take time to make a real meal with fresh ingredients.
But I hate to miss out on the late summer produce that’s so plentiful this time of year.