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oh lovely food…  Spring has finally arrived, and it is my favorite time of the year to shop for local food.  The farmers market is full of baby greens, flowers, swiss chard, broccoli rabe, young kale and a variety of lettuces… fresh cheeses aged through the winter, and meats from our local farms… I am excited about the cooking season and thought I would put together a photo blog of some of my creations and my favorite ingredients to add on to as the season progresses.  Soon it will be heirloom tomatoes (my favorite), onions, garlic and potatoes..pumpkins, squash… and then another winter will be upon us..

Enjoy the season, happy cooking!

~click on a picture to scroll through each image…

A day to pass the time…

I thought for sure that I would have had this baby by now and that my next blog would have been my joyous new baby blog…. All of the signs have been there~  for weeks now, it has seemed like it could be happening at any moment… but now, at 39 weeks and two days pregnant, just 5 days away from my official due date… things have just kind of come to a halt….and so we wait.

The anticipation of it is the worse!  Every time I leave the house, I wonder… “what if I’m in line at the grocery store and my water breaks?!”… “what if I go into a quick, hard labor and end up delivering my baby on the side of the road?!”… So, after a few days of slumping around the house, waiting for the impending eve of labor to ensue… we decided that perhaps it would be good to get out of the house for the day and take a mini road trip.

We live less than an hour away from the catskill mountains~ So off we headed for some sunny snow cap mountain views.  We ended up in the small town of Woodstock NY and headed up a windy mountain road to find the Buddhist monastery, Karma Triyana Dharmachakra, which sits nestled in the woods, atop the 3 mile high mountain.

We drifted through trees decorated with flowing prayer flags of every color, embellished by the bright snow covered grounds and sunlight…  The silence and stillness of the air seemed more evident there than in any other still place… as if the spiritual energy made it seem more important, more essential to pay attention to.


We sat in the temple for a while, looking at each other, then back to ourselves, trying to NOT think at all, to just feel that moment alone, without the squandering thoughts that usually exist within our minds.


We sipped tea in the communal area of the monastery, overlooking the mountain views, the cascading shadows and the sunlight among the trees…We exchanged smiles with people passing by, and spent some time talking about the love we are so lucky to have found…

And then, a remarkable event occurred… a lady bug (in January!) landed by my side… She climbed upon my hand, down along the ridge of my finger and perched there in the sunlight, fluttering her wings and roaming about in circles.  I felt her soft little insect legs scurry across my skin, and then she flew away.  I felt blessed then.


My husband makes me incredibly happy and I stare at him on special days, during special moments like this with such intense energy that I feel like I could cry.  And I do sometimes.

I love this man with love so intense that I could explode!

I love this man with love so intense that I could explode!

We then headed back down the mountain, into Woodstock, where we had an incredible lunch and roamed the streets (more like, wobbled for me) until the sun went down.

This will probably be my last blog for a little while, as we prepare for our transition into a new life…

Our last Christmas, just the two of us.

We are only a week or two away from multiplying into a three family unit… the last nine months have been quite slow to pass, but now that I am nearing my 39th week of pregnancy, I feel like things are finally coming to a close and a new chapter of life is about to begin.  So for Christmas this year, we decided that we would spend the day alone, peacefully together, as just the two of us, one last time.

We awoke early to the smell of cinnamon and vanilla (everybody should wake up to this smell everyday, I am sure it would save the world if it were so).  I had prepared a blueberry french toast in my crock pot the night before that had slowly baked through the night…  It was delightful.

As we sat, sipping orange juice, Colin with his mimosa, and eating blueberry french toast, we decided that the day would be spent as follows:  breakfast, open presents, lay in bed, go for walk, take pictures, burn away negativity, pet horses, eat lunch, watch movie, eat dinner, eat desert, snuggle, go to bed… The perfect day.

I had spent some time earlier in the week coming up with a fantastic menu for the day~

Lynn’s Christmas Menu

lunch: Caramelized balsamic onion, thyme and fig goat cheese tartlet with honey medjool dates.         Shrimp Cocktail.

Dinner: seared Tenderloin roast with soy balsamic onions, crispy hen of the Woods mushrooms, brown butter sweet potato, and garlic butter stuffed artichokes.

Dark chocolate tart with whipped cream.

The day turned out to be a special, beautiful day together, one that will be remembered as our last Christmas, just the two of us…

Colin’s mother had sent us a few gifts to open…  I received a lovely blue crystal necklace that I adore, and Colin got this precious custom-made, needle felt gargoyle daddy holding a gargoyle baby (every year, she gives him a gargoyle for Christmas)… He will perch on a shelf above the crib, watching over our little one.

We decided that it was time to take some pregnancy pictures… finally.  After all of the picture-taking we do, we had yet to spend anytime snapping away at my pregnant belly.  So Without further adieu- the following photo collage is filled with “Lynn’s last week of pregnancy” photos.  It was the perfect day for a walk, and we choose a path that runs through the notoriously famous “sleepy hollow” woods that just happen to be near our house.  These are the woods where the story of the headless horsemen, and Ickabod Crane come from.  They definitely do have a spooky, mysterious vibe.

We had prepared a little “burning ceremony” earlier in the morning for our walk.  Each of us wrote down on little pieces of paper, the things that we most want to separate ourselves from, negative things that have or do affect us~  that no longer have a place in our lives.  We stashed them in a tin and headed out into the woods to find a place to burn them away and leave them behind.  On our walk home, we felt a bit lighter.

The horses were happy to see us and to have their soft, velvety noses pet for a few moments before we headed back inside for an afternoon of AMAZING food, our sweet kitties and each other.  I forgot to snap a photo of our desert… so in your mind, at the end of this collage, place a vision of the best chocolaty goodness you can think of and that is what we had for desert.

I put together this photo collage to remember our last Christmas together as just the two of us.  You can view as a scroll-through slide show with captions if you click on any image.

Wild Caught Meets Locally Grown.

It’s hunting season here in upstate NY, which means on any given morning if your up and out early enough, driving along any remote country road, you might be able to spot a bearded man with a neon orange cap heading into the woods…  Usually sporting a riffle or a bow.hunter

Personally, I have always had mixed feelings about the sport of hunting… I grew up with a father who hunted, and a grandfather that is primarily remembered for his woodsmen aptitude. As a child, I was accustomed to the sight of a deer hanging from the tree in our front yard each fall, and I remember very early on the first time I tasted venison.  My father prepared it with a simple flour, salt and pepper coat in a pan with butter and onion.  It was unlike any other meat, and once a year, for a brief time, we would have it in our home.  But years later,  I took a vow of vegetarianism…  For nearly eight years, I swore off any and all meat for no reason other than for my love of animals.  Now, in my 30’s, I include meat in my diet and have found a healthy balance for my love of nature and the food that it provides. Knowing just how food is processed, and where it comes from has become the key factor in my relationship with food.  In my opinion, It is a connection that too many people have lost touch with.

This year, a friend of mine and avid hunter,  offered me some venison to take home. Throughout the years, my friend and I have had many conversations about hunting and the mixed feelings I have always had about the sport.  We would talk about our mutual respect for animals and the relationship we have with them, in such opposing ways.  But through these conversations, I have come to realize that hunting is a kind and even necessary part of the life cycle, that the food the hunter brings home from the woods is the purest way to receive it, and that our mutual respect for the animal is more common than I knew.   After accepting the venison, I felt the need to honor the meal that this meat would provide my husband and I with the perfect selection of seasonal ingredients that I could find locally and as minimally processed as possible.

I found a farm store not too far from my house called The Berry Farm store.  This is a fully self-sustaining farm store that features locally made products from honey, candles, baked goods, and a grocery full of locally grown produce and meats.  It is also the home of a very friendly cat who can be seen roaming the grocer isles, napping in window boxes and greeting customers at the front door.

fat sleepy cat

fat sleepy cat

While shopping, I met a man named Joe who was overly interested in helping me find the things I was looking for.  Soon, I discovered that he was the owner of the store and before I knew it, he had offered to take me on a tour of his greenhouses.

tour of green houses

tour of green houses

As we walked through each hoop shaped green house, filled with a variety of vegetables, herbs and flowers, he explained the energy they use to run the green houses and store…a combination of solar and geo-thermal energy supply this little market with more than enough power to be self-sustaining.  He talked about the struggles and benefits of being a small-scale, eco-consious farmer, just how frightening it is to be a farmer in todays agriculture, and how difficult it has become to work around the Monsanto label.  Here, in this rural little town, a man plays classical music all day long to a green house full of micro greens. He looks down at his seedlings with a smile and an obvious appreciation for this process of life, while somewhere else, a corporate industry (Monsanto) is trying to put a patent on our seeds and genetically modify our food.  I will continue to support Joe.

music for the seedlings...

music for the seedlings…

I finished my afternoon of shopping for the perfect ingredients and decided on what my menu would be for the evening…

A wild mushroom encrusted venison tenderloin, with a pomegranate cream sauce,  a winter greens gratin, and thyme roasted new potatoes….My sister in law had suggested the winter greens gratin a while ago, and I thought it would fit nicely with the venison.  A sweet pomegranate cream sauce with the wild mushroom crust sounded like the perfect pairing, and some simple roasted potatoes… I couldn’t wait to get started.

It was a lovely cooking process that my husband and I enjoyed together.  He told me stories of growing up with a grandfather who was also an avid woodsmen and we talked about the hunter, as if we were there with him, imagining what it must be like.  To wake before dawn, to sit in the cold crisp morning, listening for sounds, silent and still, searching for shadows, and finally taking aim on an unsuspecting animal…  We talked about the sadness of the life that is taken, and the necessity for it just the same, how some people can do it without a second thought, and others could just never.

And then, we celebrated our evening with food that was carefully and thoughtfully given to us, wild and locally produced.

Below is a collage of my shopping trip, a greenhouse tour, and the evening of cooking with these wonderful ingredients.