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It occurred to me while making this, that I've made two dishes from Jerry Traunfeld's The Herbfarm Cookbook and both included tarragon. Which is significant, because I don't cook with tarragon much. It doesn't seem to have quite taken this country by storm. As I was chopping the herb for this recipe, I thought it smelled like vanilla. But as anyone who's tasted it knows, it thinks of itself as anise's more sophisticated older sibling, sharing that same distinctive essential oil tasting of licorice, but combining it with an herbal headiness and mouth-awakening spiciness. All of this from one little herb.

If you've ever had sweet potato pie, or pumpkin pie, for that matter, you'll be right at home with these puddings. They're creamy, spicy little sandcastles of sweet potato and ginger, made even more luscious by real maple syrup and one little egg (okay, one large egg).






This isn't really a recipe, it's more of a suggestion/experiment. One which I thought went quite well, actually. A light, healthy snack for when you're craving salt, but not oil. They're cheerful, bright green, and paper thin. The crispiest melt on your tongue like tissue paper in the rain. Some remained a little more on the moist side (god, I hate that word. I don't know why. But I have to use it because that's what they were), but were still salty and tasty. Please don't expect potato chips, though. It's still spinach, after all.




Sometimes, I manage to make a meal so delicious that I want to shout it from the rooftops. I'm tempted to call those closest to me just to describe it, just to try to get them to understand how desperately they need to make it too. It's hard, over the phone, or on gchat, or through e-mail, to really get my point across. But I'm hoping it will be easier here.


When is a smoothie more than a smoothie? When it's a lassi, of course!







This is just a quick note with a not-quite recipe. I first saw this on Esi's wonderful blog Dishing up Delights. But I sliced a few firm persimmons with a mandolin, laid them on a baking sheet and sprinkled cinnamon over the top. Into a 350 oven for 8 minutes on one side, 6 on the other.



I've been trying to be healthy lately. It's hard. It's especially hard in the winter, for me, because in the winter my oven calls to be used, calls to slowly warm veggies braised in butter, cakes or cookies. I find winter fruit harder to eat consistently, and I tire of root vegetables eventually. Winter flavors.

This month, with this recipe, I have had my horizons sufficiently broadened. While we're used to the concept of bread as a main ingredient in such dishes as egg-soaked pain perdu, tomato-soaked panzanella, and fruit-soaked summer pudding, in the Ukrainian dish holopchi, bread isn't soaked at all. Instead, it's baked in a wrapping of beet greens, which bar the dill-spiked cream sauce, added just before serving, from fully infiltrating the center.


