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allspice, Anjou pears, bay leaf, broth, butter, dried cranberries, dry white wine, flour, gouda cheese, half and half, lemon juice, pomegranate molasses, port wine, Shallots, smoked paprika, toasted walnuts
This was one of those recipes that you read and think, “Oh, my God…I need to make this right now”…except it’s two o’clock in the morning and you’re reading cookbooks because…who knows why? Except you aren’t asleep. But, the next morning…okay, later in the morning, I was in the kitchen peeling pears! Continue reading
I have no idea if you would ever find this on a dinner table in Turkey. But, it has those flavors and I think, any Turkish cook might approve. For me, this is a stand-over-the-sink-and-eat-with-a-spoon-type of condiment. 
The Goddess loves rhubarb. It’s tart, yet sweet. It’s a vegetable, but we treat it more like a fruit. It’s old-fashioned and delicious. And it makes a fabulous pie, crisp or this lovely little concoction. 
This is a nice, filling soup…almost a stew, really. It’s loaded with flavor and you probably have most of the ingredients on hand. “Cooking the pantry”, so to speak, makes for a perfect, perfectly delicious mid-week meal. Though, I do think this is even better reheated. 
The Goddess loves those lovely little dishes the Spanish have given us—tapas! An array of tapas is a favorite way that we like to entertain. I’ve shared some with you in the past, but there are more…oh, yes, many more! 
The Spaniards eat salad. They eat salad communally. It’s usually served with simple, seasonal ingredients, on a large plate set in the middle of the table. They splash on a good sherry or red wine vinegar and always, always, always their best olive oil drizzled over. It’s a thing of beauty. 
When I was a child, bread pudding was a frequent visitor to our table. My father loved custard-y things and my mother’s bread pudding fit that bill perfectly. I make mine a bit different, but the roots are in that farm kitchen. 
These green beans are quick and delicious. You may think of green beans almondine, but this isn’t quite them. Way more garlic. They’re superb with fish and chicken, but personally, The Goddess could simply eat bowls and bowls of these, with nothing else. So good. 
Neeps, or Swedes or rutabaga…whatever you call them, don’t appear on our tables frequently enough. For some, rutabaga is an acquired taste. They have a strong flavor, in the turnip family. I like to cook them with carrots and it turns out, others like them this way, too. 
Honestly, I really had been thinking about potato soup today. I had leftover mashed potatoes, with just a bit of parsnip in them. This is a perfect situation to make a soup. I had some ham, a couple of slices of jamón Iberico, a few leftover roasted baby potatoes, and I shredded up a carrot. You can see the “roots” of a soup, can’t you? 