We’re stuck on the edge right now. Daily temperatures are reaching up to snag the hemline of summer’s skirt and hold her in place while comforting lentil and pumpkin soups are beckoning from cold-weather kitchens. Our kids are back in school and once again, have well established routines. It’s time to take inventory of the yard, clean it up and plant some winter flowers. I want to go hiking in the middle of a Saturday without risk of heat stroke and dehydration. I want the elections to be history. This year I’m ready for change but sometimes transitions are more difficult.
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Transitions
Posted by Tammy on October 12, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/10/12/moving-from-a-summer-to-autumn-menu/
Imitation Being the Highest Form
We all have food traditions – recipes that are woven into our holiday and heritage celebrations. They’ve been handed to us with instructions scratched in the margins of cookbooks, on dog-eared recipe cards, or sometimes via hands-on kitchen instruction. They have names like Elsie’s Cranberry Ice, Grandad’s Horseradish Sauce or other words that indicate the culinary lineage.
Posted by Tammy on October 2, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/10/02/pasta-with-zucchini-sauce/
Picnics with Papas
Baked. Fried. Crisped. Mashed. Scalloped. Hashed and Browned. I have a thing for potatoes. They’ve graced our table since I was born and my early aspirations to be a pilot were simply because I was certain that those were mashed potatoes dotting the sky.
Posted by Tammy on September 23, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/09/23/picnic-potato-salad/
Happy Birthday!
My sister recently sent me an email looking for advice on a gift for her soon-to-be 16 year old. My reply? Uh, we’re not that big on birthdays.
Posted by Tammy on September 17, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/09/17/happy-birthday-raw-sweet-potato-pie/
Oniondated!
The task of the poet is often to create the extraordinary from something household and mundane. Perhaps this is the reason the onion has been the focus of so many poems. Pablo Neruda wrote them as crystalline orbs holding magic within their layers. But today the final stanza of a Margaret Clark poem most appeals to me:
Onions
cannot help being metaphors; they would rather stay
mysteries in the moist soil. They would rather I unwrap
myself. If I could, I tell them through the blur, I would.
Posted by Tammy on September 8, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/09/08/oniondated/
Kasundi Sunday
You already know that my family is eggplant challenged. While I adore the firm meaty vegetable that takes on other flavors, I’m alone in my own home. I’ve managed to create a few acceptable dishes over the years but realistically, my family wants it off the menu.
Posted by Tammy on August 19, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/08/19/eggplant-kasundi-brinjal-kasundi/
Summer Solstice
It is the time of year when the sun’s rays are directly overhead at 23.5 degrees North of the equator providing the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and a signal that summer has begun. Gardens are blooming. School’s out. Turn on the sprinklers. Eat a popsicle.
Posted by Tammy on June 17, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/06/17/summer-solstice/
Taking the Cake
Posted by Tammy on June 9, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/06/09/apricot-upside-down-cake/
Size Matters
One thing that caused me to want to eat asparagus even more was Barbara Kingsolver’s description of creating an asparagus bed on her farm when she moved to North Carolina. Her depiction of soil prep and care and the fruits of the effort was worthy. When I was about 7 years old, I remember my parents enthusiastically welcoming my discovery of wild asparagus growing at the creek bed behind our home.
Posted by Tammy on March 25, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/03/25/asparagu/
Celtic Controversy and Cabbage
This fellow St. Patrick has been celebrated in this country for more than 200 years and in Ireland for close to 2000. We have a storybook on my son’s bookshelf that we’ve read over the years which tells the most familiar story. It’s about a young boy named Maewyn who was born to a tax collector in the Roman British empire. This version of the story tells that he was sold into slavery and shipped to Ireland. His captors forced him to herd sheep and he did so until he escaped 6 years later.
Posted by Tammy on March 17, 2012
https://agrigirl.com/2012/03/17/st-patricks-day/











