15 Sep
The Last and First of the Season: Goodbye Summer, Hello Autumn
Two farm stands in the Lehigh Valley offered us the last tastes of summer and the firsts hints of autumn. The corn was delicious, the tomatoes were perfect, and the boys gulped down the cider. * * The pies were just okay, but who cares? The very mention of pie gets you in the mood for fall. * Pie and a fleece. Autumn is here. Read MoreCampfire Cuisine, by Robin Donovan (this is for you kitchen dwellers, too)
Honestly, I rolled my eyes when my husband handed me this book. Four years ago, when we first started camping with the boys, I did a little research on ‘camping’ recipes. It wasn’t like I was planning on cooking over the campfire or anything…two babies on a campsite kept us busy enough without having to worry about open flames and charred meat. I was just looking for some tips for planning simple meals that traveled well. I quickly found out that if you search for camping recipes you basically find recipes for stews or... Read More
24 Aug
The Perfect Al Fresco Lunch: Trap Door Bakehouse, Quechee, Vermont
When the boys were younger, say one and two years old, we considered finding restaurants with picnic tables equivalent to winning the lottery. Meals were so much more enjoyable with a little more room to breathe and a little more space for the noise to carry. Now that they are older and a very wee bit calmer, we do okay at inside tables. But a place like the Trap Door Bakery and Cafe makes you question why you would ever eat indoors again. This place served up the perfect midday meal, allowing us to assemble our own tasting menu of frittata... Read More
20 Aug
Get Ye To Church (Or At Least to a Church Blueberry Festival)
We were driving down Route 5 from our campground to downtown Brattleboro when I saw it. One of those small signs sticking out of the ground that usually announce politicians or lawn services. This one was advertising a blueberry festival at the local First United Methodist Church. Did you see that, I asked Jeremy, my voice quavering with excitement. The hours were from 7 to 2. Do you know what that means? My husband stared at me, wondering what exactly he was missing here. I clarified. Seven a.m. That means…PANCAKES! Blueberry pancakes... Read More
13 Aug
More Food, and the Best Kind (eating in Brattleboro, cont.)
Walker Farm, an organic farm and market was just next door to our campground outside of Brattleboro. My mother and I regretted bringing any food whatsoever from New Jersey once we stumbled into this place. We tried to restrain ourselves from buying one of everything. Instead we left with a random assortment including corn picked that morning, a melon, a cucumber, two raspberry cookies, and some local goat cheese. The real find ended up being some Beer Bratwurst from Green Mountain Smokehouse. The next night we had the brats loaded up with... Read More
12 Aug
