My grandmother used to take my family to Chester, Connecticut once in a while. There was a French restaurant called Restaurant du Village that served the loveliest vegetable terrine.
I hadn’t been back to Chester in years. But now there’s a vegan/vegetarian/raw food restaurant there, named for its address: Six Main. It’s the subject of my latest food story. Read it here.
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Or, in other words, my guide to New Haven in the Hartford Courant.
With some photos that didn’t make it into the article.
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(Today isn’t the official Apostrophe Day, but who cares?)
“An apostrophe is the difference between a business that knows its shit and a business that knows it’s shit.”
Meanwhile, the New Haven Public Library has sent out a flyer stating that it is “accepting donations for it’s big book sale.”
Library people, please consult one of your many books. Or The Apostrophe Protection Society.
And finally, for amusement, I offer you:
This year, I bought a share in a CSA (community-supported agriculture). My first farm share.
I don’t really do recipes, but I did want to share some delicious combinations of foods that I’ve stumbled upon while cooking up my weekly baskets of food.
Lemony greens and rice
Arborio rice, cooked risotto-style with vegetable broth and a chopped onion
Kale and chard, chopped and sauteed with garlic, olive oil, lemon juice, and walnuts
Not your average mac and cheese
Sauteed cauliflower + onion + green bell peppers + penne pasta + cheddar cheese sauce
A New England Jewish girl gets over her fear of collards
A chopped and sautéed onion + a few ears of fresh corn, cut from the cob + a chopped green bell pepper + blanched collard greens + a little salt, pepper, and cumin
Take one peach. Wash. Eat. Make sure to catch the dripping peach juice before it falls.
If you want real recipes, here are two from people who are famous for such things. I’ve made them both and love them.
Tomato and Corn Pie (from Smitten Kitchen)
Tomato Sauce with Eggplant, Caponata Style (from Mark Bittman)
Essaouira is a great place to end a trip through Morocco. The cool air and wind from the sea felt wonderful after the intense heat of the desert. Seagulls wheeled and cried, and waves crashed on the rocky shore and nearby islands. The smells of salt and fish blew through the air.
Walking through the narrow streets in the medina, I fell in love with the shades of blue. Against the high white walls of the old houses, shutters and doors are painted pale blue or turquoise. Sometimes they’re surrounded with a border of yellow. I wanted to paint everything in my house white and golden yellow and pale blue.
And Essaouira is mellow. Even full of Moroccan visitors and European tourists, it felt relaxed and peaceful. If I lived in Europe, I might make it a regular vacation spot.
We were there for the Gnaoua and World Music Festival. (It’s also spelled Gnawa, but I seem to gravitate toward spelling Moroccan names the French way rather than English). Pronounce all the letters: Guh-now-ah. The title of this post, by the way, is stolen from some posters and t-shirts we saw at the festival. Continue reading
We were a little nervous about renting a car in Morocco. But we asked a lot of questions, listened to stories from other travelers, and decided to do it.
Sitting on the couch at Mami Tours, we asked: is it an automatic? Does it have air conditioning? Does it have a CD player? Yes, yes, yes, he said.
Two out of three isn’t so bad. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve driven a car with manual transmission. And that was in New Zealand, on the other side of the road. And car.
But it comes back to you.
Even on roads like this.
With goats crossing. (Sorry for the windshield smudge in the photo.)
Mara took the wheel first and navigated the traffic and roundabouts of Marrakesh and our first taste of Moroccan highway. Once we started to approach the Atlas Mountains, we switched.
The Tizi-n-Tichka Pass is Morocco’s highest road pass, reaching 2260 meters (7413 feet) before descending again. The road winds through pale rock, green valleys, red rock, cedar forest, and black rock before it brings you into the desert. Continue reading
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