There wasn’t any springtime produce for sale yet at the Eagle Farmer’s Market when Susan and I shopped after a recent Saturday morning workout. I’d been hankering all week for fresh greens and I was secretly bummed as we nodded appreciatively at the handiwork of several artists and craftsmen on display in many of the…
I’m learning a new language. This week I took a class on how to blog with WordPress. During the session, oodles of new techie terms swirled confusingly in my head. There was talk about widgets, tag clouds and archives. As someone who is not hip to the lingo of blogspeak, I started to imagine myself…
Shopping among the many vendors at the Capitol City Farmer’s Market recently I discovered a new spring flavor: green garlic. Looking like a fat scallion, green garlic is a young garlic plant that has been removed from the ground as the farmer thins out his rows, making room for the maturing plants that remain in…
Thanks to my local farmer’s market I have become more aware of the seasons. Moving beyond the knowledge that daffodils open in the spring and trees drop their leaves in autumn, my awareness has expanded to which herbs and vegetables are available locally during the first of the three growing seasons we have here in…
I was fighting a nasty cold recently and got my hands on a huge reference volume called “Prescription for Nutritional Healing” by Phyllis A. Balch. The author is a certified nutritionist who offers drug-free remedies like whole foods, herbs, vitamins, and mineral supplements for ailments like the head congestion, sore throat and annoying cough I’d…
Last Saturday was the 2011 season opener at the Capital City Farmer’s Market in downtown Boise. It was good to see several familiar vendors, like the man from the Almond Tree, whose reliable presence and stoic stance make him a familiar fixture. Susan and I always swing past his table for a sample, and he…
All the grey winter weather we’ve been having lately has caused me to seek comfort in foods that are warm and gooey. While snacking on a plate of cheddar-covered nachos yesterday, though, it dawned on me: I have been invited to a pool party. Four weeks from now I will be baring my flabby thighs…
While half of Boise’s citizenry seemed to be flocked around Jaialdi events a few weekends ago, I found myself at a backyard barbecue where our hosts put on a true Southern-style feast. Walking up to the house of our friends, Chris and Lisa Crawford, the first thing to hit us was the savory aroma of…
I went to the Cherry Festival in Emmett for the first time on a Saturday afternoon last month. What a disappointment. With visions of cherry jam, cherry shakes, cherry ice cream, cherry pie and the anticipation of so much more delectable cherry goodness dancing through mind, my husband and I drove 30 minutes north from…
Lots of late spring rain has resulted in pretty, purple and fuchsia clematis flowers.
Bicycles and Blueberries 