Taste Your HarvestI love kitchen life in my hands; stirring apple butter as it comes to the boil; lifting sterilized jars out of the canner. How more fruit stares me down from a work bowl across the table, waiting their turn as apple rings in the dehydrator; how the low grey clouds shelter the day. These things.
Kitchen AngelsSomehow, I understood how this passing garden, was chronicled forever in my heaven. Kitchen Angels glimpsed through our senses. Although, it’s at the edges of sense where they’re sharpest. When I was twenty, I lived at The Yogurt Farm, not a working farm, but instead a property that students rented. There was a large farmhouse with a garden, and a meadow with trails that led off to yurts along the forest edge. I lived in one of the yurts, with my toddler son, without heat or water, so we shared the kitchen and bathroom with the farmhouse.
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AuthorSidonie Maroon is a Recipe Developer, Food Writer, Chef and Culinary Educator.She also blogs at her recipe site: abluedotkitchen.com and for the Port Townsend Food Coop Archives
October 2019
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