Okay last and final pie. This little beauty I first made last week as a ‘prop’ for some pics my friend Missy shot in my kitchen. I then decided to give it another go, bake it in a cute pan, donate it for the silent auction
I don’t know who the lucky winner was, but I have been on a sunbutter run lately! I will soon be posting some sunbutter cookies maybe.
Sometimes I feel like a food snob. I own. I tell people straight up. I am weird when it comes to food. Really I don’t want to go into a whole Paleo eating rant. I eat lots of veggies. Lots of meats. To me, my diet has lots of variety, but when I try to explain to people what I try to avoid it seems extensive: no grains, potatoes, sugars, most vegetable oils, beans, rice, processed foods, and raw tomatoes (just because I don’t do the texture).
The other day at work our poor sous chef Davey was proudly trying to get me to try some of the Leek soup he made. What’s in it? That is my initial question. Leeks, fennel, potatoes…..You lost me at potatoes. Of course our chef Zac made fun of me. Most people would be tripped up by leeks and fennel and you turn your nose up at potatoes? What can I say, I am anything but conventional.
Saturday at the market I went over to visit and shop at my friend Jason’s booth. As I’m waiting on him to calculate my peppers, the leeks are staring me in the face. My arm reaches out to grab them, devoid of actually realizing what I was doing. They were in my basket and home before I began to think of what I was actually going to do with them.
Hmm…..maybe I should make soup too? Soups are kind of sparse on my website. When I did some recipe updating on my page the other day I felt a pang of sadness when I saw the sad compilation of soups I had. Determined after this revelation, I set out to make a bomb-ass leek soup. One devoid of potato assistance, but equally as tasty. I had an apple to spare from the pie I have to make this week. Why not throw that in for good measure? It is starting to look good.
So I have been working diligently the last month with this beautiful human being, Cathy. She is a fellow baker at our Terre Haute Farmer’s Market. She sells granola. I sell Paleo-Gluten-Free-Dairy-Free and some Vegan baked goods. We have been collaborating on making some vegan and/or gluten-free options for our Farm-to-Fork dinner. I’ve posted some of the recipes already. Click these link for —–>>>Carrot Cake Pie and ——–>>>>Granola Apple Pie. This week I will bring you my Fig Pistchio and Goat Cheese Pie (what you are currently reading), Chocolate Avocado Pie, and Sunbutter PIe. Plus I will give you my explicit inside scoop on attending the dinner.
On arrival I ran into one of my market friends Kelly. I told her my nerves were in overdrive. I can bake for days. But their is something different about my own creations. About watching people eat them in front of me. Plus there is the artist in me. While I am baking, I am consumed. Consumed in a flurry of creating. I have passion tunnel vision. I am so in the process. By the time I finish I am so wrapped up in what I’ve made that I need a little separation before my brain goes into overdrive of what I want to change. What I would do differently. Rethinking my pan options. Regret of not pulling a pie just 2 minutes earlier. All these thoughts start to circle my brain. Doubt creeps in. I have to go to a quiet meditation space and get back my confidence. I always say I am a recovering perfection, but it rears it heads most often when I am creating. So expressing this to Kelly, she reassured me that my pies were good. She’d had a little piece of this goat cheese pie when they were cutting it. It’s good Whew, that at least put me in ease. The crust wasn’t a little over-done? This pie was the one I was crust concerned (well this and the apple and how they were going to get the carrot cake out of a tart pan. What was I thinking). She put me at ease. No the crust was perfect.
This was conceptually my favorite pie. My boyfriend had called me a few weeks ago. He was shopping for me (shocker). For some reason I had the impulse to ask if they had some dried figs. When Cathy and I were brain-storming, they came back to me. Hmm….wouldn’t these be good with pistachios? I frequently do pie crusts out of nuts. Hmm…while I’m at it, why not tweak the goat cheese filling I’d done on my blueberry tart (click this now, it is one of my favorite all-time recipes). I liked it. Continue reading “Fig Pistachio and Goat Cheese Pie”→
I am a fan of local. Duh, I write it all the time. I sell at our farmer’s market. I am also a believer in doing as much for yourself as possible. Growing up we always had our own gardens. We hunted for our own food. Self-reliance was high on my father’s character-building. I am thankful for it.
A few years ago I found an article saying Seattle was going to build a forage market. So not just a place where you go buy beautifully staged rows of fruits and vegetables, but a scene of plants. Ready and bulging to be picked. You are in control. What’s ripe? Which ones are the best? It would provide not only more education on picking ou your own fruits and veggies, but it would provide a sense of pride. Pride in selecting and picking your food with your own two hands. RAD.
This year there is a new vendor in town. They are called the Pickery and I am in LOVE with them. I am in incandescent, stupid love. In love with their organic produce. In love with what they represent. In love with their idea. In love with their rows and rows laid out in front of me, bursting with produce. Waiting on me. Saying pick me, pick me. So many options. Continue reading “Pick it Yourself: Perks of Foraging Your Food”→
Maybe it’s because I like oddities. Maybe it’s because I am a colorful character. Whatever the reasoning, I have fallen in love with colored carrots. They seemed kind of a chupacabra to me. I’d seen them in books and on t.v. I’ve read about them. They were like a make-believe fairy tale. A character I never thought I’d come across in little old (not-so-progressive) Terre Haute, Indiana. I had never seen them in person. Elusive I believe is the word.
Imagine my shock and slightly embarrassing giddiness when I was wondering the market a few weeks ago, just assuming I popped into the Pickery booth to grab some cucumbers, and I came face-to-face with colored carrots. As I mentioned, it was embarrassing, my reaction was a little overzealous and exuberant to say the least. You’d have thought it was Christmas or that I’d found money. Or any other plethora of justifiable celebration. No. To me, Brittany, it only takes colored carrots to send me into astronomical happiness. I guess I am pretty easy, but as I’ve said it’s the little things in life.
Last week I went into the cooler at work to find a box full of colored carrots. Hmm….. I was excited once again to see such beauties resting in front of me. I wondered where they got them? I knew, but I had to check. The Pickery is quickly winning me over heart-and-soul (tomorrow I will expand on this). Continue reading “Roasted Colored Carrots”→
Blissful. Food (and bag from Anne) from farmers and people I know. To each item there is a name. A face. A smile. A conversation and interaction. A memory. There is a connection. Things that matter to me in my striving to be more mindful.
This is most definitely the pic and words I posted after our farmer’s market on Saturday. I am about to give a whole page of why to shop at your local farmer’s market, but this is the summary of what comes straight from my heart.
I have always loved going to markets. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the Midwest. Because I’m used to drives in the country. To watching breathtaking sunsets over never-ending cornfields. Maybe it’s because my parents efforts to teach self-reliance, meant my brother and I grew up working for our cash. We spent our summers tending to the cornfields we planted, sitting at our little humble roadside stand, selling sweet corn to avid Hoosier lovers of the stuff. Continue reading “Why to Shop Local: Hit up the Farmer’s Market”→
So it is no secret that I am a big supporter of local shopping (and not just because I sell there). Last week I scored some major finds at our Terre Haute Farmer’s Market. I graciously decided to take the LAST watermelon off of the Bush’s hands next to me. While I was at it I figured I’d better grab some cucumbers from the Hale’s table on the south side of my booth. Hmm… as I looked in my shopping basket a Pinterest memory was sparked. I remembered seeing a salad with them together. I can do that. I should do that. I will do that. Stop and get some feta on your way home.
And now I am going to share my creation with you. I have to confess I do not like cooking in the summer when it is hot. I want fresh. Juicy. Cold yumminess. I do not want to be slaving away over an oven or stove top. Give me salads. This was easy to assemble too. Once you get past the watermelon cutting the assembly was a breeze.
It’s a seasonal dish. It’s colorful. It’s got a wonderful combination of flavors. Go to the market and give it a whirl.
So today is a bit of a bonus blog to start/end (however you look at it) the week. Thursday I did a lovely little bit on why to work on your sleep habits.Yesterday I had a pretty rad conversation with one of my market friends about sleep, sleep routines, and patterns.
I mentioned to her that I read a piece by Gabby Bernstein about doing shoulder stands. A 15 minute shoulder stand could correlate to 2 hours of sleep? Pretty freaking cool right? Now I wouldn’t use it in place of actually sleep every night, but if you skimp a few hours one night, what is 15 minutes on your shoulders?
While searching for a pic of shoulder stands (props to Yogabycandace.com for this pic on doing it correctly), I found some other benefits associated with shoulder stands:
It is a complete movements, that’s right, your whole body can feel the benefits
Heart health. While you’re up it takes some of the strain off the heart. Helping with the blood flow in that region. They say as a result, those with asthma and bronchitis may experience some relief.
Relieves and feels good on your nerves. Chill out pose
5th chakra work (creativity and such). A few weeks ago we talked meditation and chakras, doing some shoulder stands can help open up that 5th chakra
Better complexion, help out with wrinkles because of the increased blood flow to the face
Sleep is something I have studied, read, and practiced a lot of. I mean it is something we must do on the daily, why not give it a little love and attention? And let me tell you there is some cool stuff out there on the topic.
I feel a big take-away of my living primitively in a shed, was my adventures into the world of quality sleep. Racking up hours of slumber in the winter, the dark, quiet world of my shed provided a nearly perfect environment for sleep. Why? Why do I rave about sleep so much? When people ask about health, I always pop it in. The body is a complex system. It’s an intricate system of checks and balances. Health to me is super dynamic. There are a whole lot of variables to consider when something is out of whack in your body, it is never just one thing. Sleep, stress, eating habits, exercise, and more. They all effect us.
HORMONES. Hormones are key players in your health.They dictate a lot and hormone issues are on the rise. My sister for instance has issues with her thyroid and has Addison’s disease, both effected by hormones. Sleep is vital to hormone health. They’re restored at night. And skimping on a good night sleep could effect us in so many ways. For instance, it can even effect our hunger levels. That’s right, things like ghrelin are restored to glory at night. Ghrelin plays a role in satiety, hunger, and energy distribution. This is just one small for instance.
I think one of the most interesting health books I have read was about the correlation between light and sleep. In a nut shell it was saying many of our health issues and weight gain are due to light. We live in a perpetual summer. Light is always available to us. Heating and cooling keep us nice and comfortable. Once upon a time summers were when we bulked up. Food and forage were plentiful. The sunlight hours longer. We spent summers eating and partying. Preparing ourselves for winter and times of scarcity, plus longer hours of darkness and more time for sleep. To me it makes since. Continue reading “Hit the Sheets: why to get more sleep”→