by The Bountiful Harvest on June 6, 2010
Dark greens, mostly meant for cooking, are maybe my favorite vegetables of all. Kale, arugula, and chard are the top of my personal hit parade, but I love turnip and beet greens, too. Having reaped a ridiculous bounty of all of these this week, I’ve had to figure out how to use them up.
Salad, of [...]
by The Bountiful Harvest on October 31, 2008
Same as the old Bountiful Harvest, but now open source, which will mean something to geeks, and not much to cooks, and that’s all fine with me.
This week, I have a new article up on Rural Intelligence, featuring one of my favorite brunch (or breakfast-for-supper) dishes, migas. It’s got a few steps if you want [...]
by The Bountiful Harvest on July 20, 2008
I am swimming, happily, in dark leafy greens. Last night, I needed to make dinner quickly and easily, and had three bunches (2 kale, 1 red chard) threatening to wilt in the fridge. I made a red-cooked chicken using this recipe from Mark Bittman’s wonderful Bitten blog, some basmati rice in the rice [...]
by The Bountiful Harvest on July 8, 2008
One thing I enjoy living where I do is that the place is lousy with serious cooks. I had never experienced dinner party as competitive (albeit friendly) sport until moving to Columbia County, and similarly, have never found so many knowledgeable foodophiles lurking beneath unassuming exteriors. I recently had the pleasure of working [...]
by The Bountiful Harvest on May 20, 2008
The second bunch of lacinato was begging to be dispatched tonight, so I heated some olive oil, tossed in three cloves of garlic, sliced up, an inch and a half piece of fresh ginger, peeled and cut into matchsticks, and then the kale, sliced into ribbons. I let it sizzle for a minute then [...]
by The Bountiful Harvest on June 16, 2007
This week brought unexpected adventures both culinary and anthropological, with a trip to Graydon Carter’s subject-of-much-grousing remake of the once and perhaps future downtown legend Waverly Inn. Leave it to me, apparently socially unaware, to not know just how hard a table ours was to score. We were the guests of [...]