When the weather is grey, cold, and drizzly all I want to do is hide in the kitchen or cuddle down on my sheepskins in front of my fireplace. This image from Toast makes me want to abandon my job, buy a little farmhouse, and bake savories for my friends and family. It’s strange considering that I’m really rather terrified of baking. I’m a little less frightened of just scooting around the kitchen and cooking whatever happens to be in the fridge, on the countertops, and in the pantry. Last evening I had three of my girlfriends over for dinner. It wasn’t impromptu, but it wasn’t necessarily well-orchestrated, either. On Sunday I roasted the last, OK, almost the last of my tomatoes (I’m holding on to them for dear life) and then roasted every fall veg that I had picked up at the farmer’s market: turnips, carrots, potatoes, and onions. All were roasted very, very slowly. When I got home on Monday from work I threw the tomatoes and roasted vegetables back in the oven to heat through. Pulled together a quick salad of arugula, pea shoots, chinese spinach and lettuce from Hoyland Farm. I built a fire and threw out a snack of Wheatfield’s rosemary and olive oil bread, goat cheese, yam and habanero jelly, and the roasted tomatoes. The combination of the sweet and spicy yam jelly, tart goat cheese, and smokey tomatoes was an unexpected delight. They complimented each other so well that I would have been perfectly content ending dinner there with just a little salad and red wine. That being said, dinner did not end there. I grilled two fresh italian sausages on my cast iron and brought out the roasted vegetables. One of my guests had brought some homemade cheese and the last of her fresh tomatoes. A full helping of autumn and a little dash of last-minute summer. It’s all peasant food. Most of it was procured from the market. Some from my garden and a friend’s. None of it complicated or fussy. 

I wonder if I really did quit my job and abandon my semi-city life (listen, my town barely has a population of 100K) would I enjoy those moments in the kitchen as much as I do now? The answer would be a resounding YES if I was cooking for the three lovely ladies who sat by the fire telling hilarious stories of winnebagos, a single Michael Jackson glove, and being stranded in Needles eating a Cup O’ Noodles in a broken down Chanuck.


One Response to “‘peasantries’”

  1. so much happening in 2009 « Says:

    […] Tomorrow morning we are having a breakfast to celebrate the new year at my work. I made these little maple scones. They need serious butter and tea. They’re cute, no? But I think they would be better served if a small handful of 9 yr. old boys got hold of them and used them in some kind of mean, yet sporting fashion. Neither me nor my scones looked like this. […]

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