It’s finally starting to feel like the holidays here at over six thousand feet. Our mountain town in southern California is covered in the first dusting of fresh snow. Nothing brings joy to my heart like fresh snow. Okay, maybe deep-fried potatoes bring me a lot of happiness. Indulge in starchy goodness It’s okay, you …
I had to go on a snowshoe adventure this morning to collect some fresh juniper berries to complete my Thanksgiving meal. It was time to brine my first turkey and nothing says happy Thanksgiving like foraging for fresh ingredients. My mycophagist cousin is bringing a lovely freshly foraged morel mushroom soup for the big family …
It may be the day after Thanksgiving but it’s beginning to look a bit like Christmas outside our snowy mountain door. Yes, yesterday was thanksgiving I did gorge myself on Butter Chicken and Sweet Potato Pie but I may just be craving risotto today. I mean, I did just shovel three feet of snow in …
It’s the week of Thanksgiving and I’m trying madly to pull myself away from hiking up mountains and mountain biking up fire roads because it’s almost the holiday and hosting an Anglo Indian Thanksgiving means meal prepping a few things ahead of time. Do I really need to set aside my hiking boots and my …
In our family, when it comes to the end of November and those last few crisp and cool days of autumn before winter embraces our ski town, we like to give thanks for the blessings of our harvest, like our massive crop of Honeycrisp Apples, mint and fields of green onions. (But maybe not for …