A Table on a Farm

One of my clearest truths is my dedication to good, local food. I’m obsessed, and with so much to learn, grow, eat, and drink, I don’t see my obsession waning any time soon. This week I had the high privilege to prepare a meal of local farm products and serve the farmers themselves. I work…

Ramps in the city

It’s something of a contradiction to grow ramps in the city. They are delicate, wild forest plants, and I feel a little strange cultivating them in the shadowy part of a very small garden, surrounded by a sea of pavement. Even out of place, they still hold magic—ramps are a precious chimerical treat! They appear…

‘Putting Up’ Season

Putting food up each year feels like a puzzle of time—I build a pantry from produce, notes, and recipe ideas, always trying to prepare more accurately for the cycle of each season. Some years, I’ve made too many niche goods like plum salsa and tomato jam that while good, there can be too much of a…

These Treacherous Days of Early Spring

Last week, I was volunteering at a friend’s Baltimore City farm—something I have done for a few weeks now and hope to continue for a while. This particular morning, a group of high school students had joined us to do various glamorous farm tasks like weeding, moving sticks, and digging trenches. These were pretty thoughtful…

Finding Peace in Practice

I’ve always had trouble with practice. I love learning new things, starting new projects, and following creative rabbit holes wherever they may lead! I’m excited by life, making messes, and SO many hobbies. But when it comes time for practice – perfecting a recipe, improving upon technical details, crossing t’s and dotting i’s – I struggle. It’s…

Spring Equinox Rye Juniper ‘Doppelbock’

It’s finally Spring! At this equinox, I’ve been feeling the revolutions of the year. One year ago my sojourn to Ireland was ending, and I’ve been having vivid memories of the trip. Wet weather, Atlantic fog, daffodils, border collies, warm steamy windows, rocky beaches, turf smoke, wool socks, friendly pubs. I remember feeling the same Spring…

Late Winter Eats

Winter is coming to a close, but it’s not quite over yet, and it’s been a strange journey of very cold and warm temperature swings. It’s been very gray here in Baltimore for the past week, although it feels like it’s been gray for the past few months. I’ve been trying to stave off the…

Winter Homestead Supper

I began hosting Homestead Suppers on the intuition that I would enjoy making creative food, welcoming curious eaters into my home, and providing a delicious and welcoming service experience. As I’ve continued to host my supper series these goals have come true beyond what I imagined was possible: Homestead Suppers are intimate, personal, and full…

Last Harvest, First Harvest

It seemed fitting to cook the last fresh harvest of 2017 on the day of my first harvest of 2018—a cycle completing itself. 

Good Health—Wassail!

This little apple tree has my heart, hidden away on Light street behind a brick wall and some brambles. I’m not sure what kind of apple tree lives there, but I do know they make good cider, applesauce, and we’ve eaten a fair share out of hand.

Birthday Resolutions

On my birthday I get to thinking what life I’d like to live in my next year around the sun. This year, I am working to feel that I am enough. 

Pulled Pork & Sweet Potato Pie

A couple weeks ago I was gifted some beautiful purple-fleshed sweet potatoes by my colleague who owns Roberts Roost Farm. After trying a few simply diced and steamed, I was amazed that their rich, deep, beautiful purple hue stayed so vibrant alongside their deliciously sweet flavor! I started dreaming about what I might be able…