Zucchini fritters are one of my new favorite dishes. They’ve entered the rotation. It’s basically a pancake made delicious with feta and tons of scallions and garlic (and shredded zucchini, of course). Here served with crème fraiche and a tangily-dressed Romaine salad.
Also from Ripe Figs, here’s a spicy cabbage dish with roasted hazel nuts that I tried out this week.
I don’t know if it’s the Irish blood, but I generally have cabbage in the fridge, so it’s nice to have some alternatives to coleslaw or simpler sautées.
Another thing I’m big on these days is making my own croutons. Iron skillets are perfect for this task. Usually I only add garlic, S&P, and thyme, but oh how tasty they are! And they keep of course.
In my effort to cut down on meat consumption, I find adding a handful of cashews to a salad to be an easy way to add protein and hearty flavor.
It’s been COLD here. Wear-tights-under-my-pants cold. Two scarves. Hood up.
Just the teens, so I’m not complaining. I know plenty of others are experiencing much colder temperatures and deadly windchill.
I’ll end by saying what a great investment my calf-length down parka was. Makes so many dog walks possible!
Every now and then I like a salad without lettuce. Here’s tonight’s version:
Not only is it being held in my old stomping grounds just outside of Northampton in central Mass., it’ll be DAYS dedicated to writing and feedback. The timing couldn’t be better!
Brutally hot here again. Finn and I started our day in the lake!
Anyone who camps knows how even the most pedestrian meal is enhanced to a near-miraculous degree after a day in the wilderness. It happens all the time. “How can a bowl of pasta with canned sauce and chopped zucchini taste so good,” you wonder. And yet it does.
The visit to Salem was tense and then tenser. We didn’t manage to capture the cat. The aide had to leave a full hour earlier than expected. Plans had to be abandoned, limitations accepted. But before we got there, a fair amount of hostility was expressed. I spent a lot of time walking around the building, sort of wishing I smoked.
My sister blamed her temper on a transiting Mars / natal Sun conjunction and pretty much everything else on me.
She kept telling me to sit down and to stop moving. I kept suggesting that it might be time to put some pants on. The aide cleaned the kitchen. Then the bathroom.
The gorgeous food blog, 
With the sweet, candy-like beets, the smooth and creamy avocado, plus a little goat cheese, chopped scallion, sliced radish and a handful of micro greens, it was beyond delicious.
When I lamented to my husband that Boy Mouse’s skates were a little too big, he quipped, “That’s okay. He doesn’t have feet.”
