Author: Kasha

Better-Than-Devil Dogs or Los Perros del Diablo

Better-Than-Devil Dogs or Los Perros del Diablo

I almost died this weekend. Maybe I shouldn't say it like that, but it's true. Every Saturday morning I drive to the  Ringwood Farmers Market on a stretch of road we like to call "Old 17".  Old 17 runs from Harriman, NY to the NJ border and until the NYS Thruway was opened in 1953, was the main route to 'upstate' from NYC.  Remember the movie "Dirty Dancing" and the Catskill resort/bungalow colony culture?  Old 17 is how city folks got to Sullivan County. Red Apple Rest, a cafeteria-rest area, was built in 1931 and was approximately halfway between NYC...Read More
I see no point in reinventing the wheel

I see no point in reinventing the wheel

I'm too busy for that. The last two weeks of second grade are a blur. We had third grade orientation, Moving Up Day (The Boy will be going to a new school for grade 3), Spring Concert (he had a solo with his friend who happens to be a girl but is ABSOLUTELY NOT his girlfriend), and Field Day.  Then we had his class play (The Foolish Little Hare) complete with classroom 'reception' following performance.  I made Whoopie Pies.  They were incredible. I said something to Mom the other day and she replied, "You'd rather be too busy than bored......Read More
Summer Comfort Food

Summer Comfort Food

We had a CSA pick-up yesterday.   Shell peas were a major component of the share box this week and each time I greeted a customer I stood there snacking on a few raw ones, encouraging them to do the same.  Most were polite and ate one or two... I, on the other hand, had nearly a pound's worth of empty pea pods by the time we were done with our distribution. And yet I still wanted peas for dinner.  I had no child's whims to contend with last night, so Pasta with Peas and Ricotta it was. This was...Read More
I Fell Off the Meat Wagon

I Fell Off the Meat Wagon

The need for Chicken salad with curry mayonnaise, apples and chive blossoms. A few weeks back, as he does most every week, Thomas 'worked' the Ringwood Farmers Market with me. It's a good thing, too, because I needed his smiling face and skinny-armed hugs.  By the time I arrived I was NOT in any mood to display exemplary customer service. I got a flat tire on the way to market.   It was that sudden, "hey, is that a rock on the roadway...?" that got me. KLUNK! I saw the damn thing at the last minute and, sure enough, it...Read More
Tuscan Kale Chips

Tuscan Kale Chips

Tuscan Kale Chips, An Excellent Snack!   Can I just say that Tuscan kale (Toscano, Dinosaur, Lacinato, Cavolo Nero) is delicious?  I must. You must try it.  Tuscan variety with Potatoes and Pasta is one of Thomas' favorite dinners, and the chips are turning into his very favorite snack. In fact, the plateful of them that I left on the coffee table one afternoon disappeared  while The Boy was deeply engrossed in Legos.  I'm pretty sure the cats didn't eat them. Please don't use the curly kale to make chips.  I know, it's tempting, and it IS simply kale after all.  But...Read More
Frostbite Asparagus with Homemade Mayonnaise

Frostbite Asparagus with Homemade Mayonnaise

Asparagus with creamy homemade mayonnaise, you just can't beat it. So you saw how asparagus grows in one of my previous posts.  What you DIDN'T see was the look on The Boy's face when he tasted a piece of said veggie. I'm just not quick enough to capture some of those classic kid moments on film. Oh, wait.  We don't use film anymore.  God, I'm old. "Thomas, do you want more asparagus?" "No, no, no (he waves his hand).  I'm good.... Not a fan." I'm giving kudos to Aunt Helen for this idea, my take on her summer classic, Frostbite...Read More
Sweet Talk and a Bit About Asparagus

Sweet Talk and a Bit About Asparagus

First the sweet talk, then we'll get into the Asparagus. The FarmGirl Cooks... after she washes her hands ;) Last Sunday was Mother's Day, and since that pretty much defines me as a person, I should make note of it. Sure, it's been a while... but forgive me, please.  Mother's Day happens to fall smack dab in the middle of busy planting season and, except for the lovingly handmade gifts from my son, the day went by without much fanfare.  The fruit of my womb bought me a fan with his own hard-earned money the last time his dad took him to Chinatown.  He thinks it may...Read More
Let’s Get Into the Spring of Things

Let’s Get Into the Spring of Things

Cupcakes and lost teeth, sounds like a celebration! All those cute little teeth are falling out! I had just fallen back to sleep at 6 o'clock this morning when a bony little finger poked me on my shoulder. "Mommy! Mommy! I LOTHT MY TOOTH!    AND I DIDN'T THWALLOW IT!"  YAY! Now leave Mommy alone so she can snooze for another 30 minutes. No dice. How could I resist that lispy, squeaky voice telling me all about his toothy adventures whilst I was deep in slumber? "I woke up and my tongue was feeling my mouth and I thought it was...Read More

Bailey’s Irish Cream Glaze for Aunt Lynne

Actually, it's for a chocolate pound cake mini-bundt.... But since my dear Aunt Lynne is a lover of Bailey's, well, this glaze is, and shall always be, eaten in her honor.  I'm hoping that by posting this recipe my cousins will make it for her one of these days.  I'm pretty sure she has the main ingredient ;) You can use this glaze to top just about any kind of cake.  It was perfect with chocolate, but I'm sure some kind of mocha or even a yellow or white cake would be tasty.  Bailey's is good as is, so how could it NOT be...Read More

Cherry-Pistachio Shortbread Cookies including Gluten-Free version!

Not even eight years old and already my kid's got girls making him buy shit --- his friend Megan is selling Girl Scout cookies and last night he casually asked me if we could buy some. "I want some chocolate and mint ones.  They're only $3.50 a box!"  (yeah, for like twelve!) "Oh, you mean Thin Mints?  I love those... " "HOW DID YOU KNOW???" *** I've still got my son believing I  am a magical and omniscient being.  I haven't let on that I know all these things because I, too, was once seven years old.  I'm riding this wave until...Read More