A couple of years ago we were celebrating Christmas with my husband’s family in Florida. We all brought our easiest recipes. My brother-in-law brought a recipe for Rømmegrøt (pronounced: room-a-grout) he got from his mother, Phyllis. I was concerned. One, I had never seen my brother-in-law cook anything besides warming a hot dog in the… Continue reading Rømmegrøt: Room-a-what?
In the fall, when I was a little girl, I would race home from school every day to see what my mother had baked. I would run up the steps to our front door. I would stand there for a moment to see if I could smell whatever was baking from outside. When my mother… Continue reading Sugar and spice makes every thing Nice
When my youngest son was in preschool, I made pumpkin soup for the first time. Inspired by a children’s book he had check out from the local library, called Pumpkin Soup by Helen Cooper, I decided to try to make my own version of the soup. The story is about three animals (a duck, a… Continue reading Pumpkin soup is for real!
Sometimes it’s the smallest things in life that can make us happy, but it's the tiniest things that can make us really crabby. If you had stopped over to our house last week, you would have found a messy home, crabby kids, and no food—and no hospitality! This fall has been painfully busy for our… Continue reading Sleepless in Wisconsin
Duck is good. No, actually it's very good! My husband hasn’t been much of a duck hunter since I’ve known him. A family friend convinced him to go hunting a couple of years ago early before work one day. I hoped he would bring home a duck. I had been thinking about some new recipes for… Continue reading Not so Foul Fowl
For me, fall, apples, and first kisses, are synonymous with each other. I remember as a little girl, coming home one perfect fall afternoon from tromping around in the woods super hungry. I had been busy making a leaf house out of mounds of fallen leaves with my favorite neighborhood friend, Peter. We ran back… Continue reading First Kiss
It was July 26, 1979 and I was eleven years old. I stood on the end of the dock over looking the lake with a fishing pole in my hand. The sun was taking its good old time setting across the lake. I wanted this day to be over. It had been a typical warm… Continue reading Fishing Calms Childhood Fears
Lessons in Cooking Wild Game: Wild Game Sliders I have been cooking wild game for years. I do enjoy eating all kinds of game meats. I also love the health benefits from wild game. But, even I forget sometimes, that wild game is not compatible with many traditional recipes that call for beef. This year… Continue reading Wild Game Sliders