Wild Rice Soup from The Faux Martha

I was going to tell you all about wild rice. About the time Kev’s grandma, who grew up in Minnesota, gave us a small packet as a gift after we were newly married. Rice? Thank you? I didn’t realize what a gift it was then. I was going to tell you about this sacred grain that grows wild by Minnesota lakes and streams, harvested then and now by members of the Ojibwe Nation. I was going to tell you how the cost of a tiny packet matches the richness of flavor. It’s worth a splurge. I was going to tell you about all that… Read more

Rosemary Orange Irish Soda Bread from The Faux Martha

How do you hold tradition? With careful, stern hands or with fiddling and curiosity and a little bit of this and that? We’re asking ourselves the same questions about the cabin. How much do we tinker with and how much do we preserve. And if you read any forums on Irish Soda Bread, you’ll hear the same questions, though it sounds more like yelling. “My Aunt Peg would never put baking powder in her soda bread. It’s soda bread for heaven’s sake!” I tinkered and I yielded, to curiosity and tradition, landing somewhere in between to create this Rosemary Orange Irish Soda Bread. What a moderate thing to do. Read more

how to put a dinner salad on the table everynight

When I mention that we eat a dinner salad almost every night, M-F, I get furrowed brows and lots of hows? No one asks why, because most of us know, because most of us are looking for simple ways to get more vegetables into our day and into the bellies of our tiny humans. But how? I once heard a simple vegetable wisdom. It goes like this: If you want to get more vegetables into mealtimes, especially with kids, start with them. Fill up on them first. Read more

Blueberry Spelt Pancakes with walnuts from The Faux Martha

I miss the good ole days, the days where I’d test a recipe over weeks, if not months, and post it when it was ready, when it was just right. I’d test it on Saturday mornings, when we’d eat it for breakfast, not 6 times in a row over the course of a Monday and Tuesday, a speed I learned when recipe testing for a cookbook. I started testing these Blueberry Spelt Pancakes with crushed walnuts on the underneath side sometime last year, like the good ole days, over slow Saturday and Sunday mornings.  Read more

Toasted Golden Oatmeal from The Faux Martha

I fell in love with a little prepackaged turmeric oatmeal cup on a trip to Seattle. Kev and I ate it in our hotel room every morning to save money. He’d bring up filtered water from the workout room, 3 floors down, where I swear I heard weights dropping to the ground at 5am. Bump, bump. Bump, bump. Bump, bump. We were still on central time, awake before the hotel and the city, before the sun and the birds. Read more

Shaved Brussels Sprouts Quiche from The faux martha

Every time I make a quiche, every time, my mind goes to the restored kitchen of a bed and breakfast, like this one. The one we dream about running when we’re old and grey, when our kids are young but grown, when a 10-inch quiche is too much for our table of two. I’ll stockpile handmade pie dough in the freezer and blind bake the crust each night. We’ll fill it with the freshest eggs and whatever else is in season.  Read more

Overnight Orange Cardamom Rolls

Like religion and politics and tradition, there comes a point in adulthood when you decide what to keep from childhood and what to revise and what to frame for a shelf. These questions go through rounds of editing when two become one and then three and almost four. The Coleman family Christmas traditions are a slurry of his, mine, and what is starting to become ours. But the overnight orange cardamom rolls and cutting down a tree and going on a carriage ride and decorating a gingerbread house and cookies, the new things, they all felt a little fraudulent at first, like trying on a romper when you’ve always worn jeans. Do they fit us right? Only time will tell. Read more

Simple Winter Cheese Board from The Faux Martha

We can do big, hard things. This is sort of becoming a mantra at our house. Though most of our big things are small things and our hard things are not-so-hard things, but they are for us. You know, things like saying good-bye to mom before getting on the bus to school, or planning ahead and using a calendar, or saying no instead of overcommitting. And then there are other big-hard things like making a cheese board for a party. Ask me to design a whole house, and I’ll leap with glee. But ask me to create a winter cheese board, and I’ll sweat faster than a cold block of cheese in a warm room. Read more

 
 
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