It took me a while to find out what CSA meant and why people were so excited about it. Eventually I found out it was ‘Community-supported agriculture’ referring simply to a partnership between (small-scale) growers and consumers where by an exchange was made of cash or produce, for produce. I like it. Everything about it...
We journey to a place Bringing pieces of our heart with us And as we make our way through We discover yet another new place We wish to journey to. When we leave We take a piece of the land And plan our next journeys To a distant land So it was that I discovered...
Kitchen Butterfly is 1! One! I (roman numeral). Actually, a bit older than one is she. He. It.
It could have worked out. For days before I made it, I dreamt and searched for recipes which used meringues instead of pastry pie shells. No dice. Still I went ahead, I could see it, smell it, taste it. The individual elements were great – meringues, orange curd and chocolate ganache.
Let me be the first to caution you today: ‘Don’t believe everything you hear’. Go ahead, make an effort and find out the truth for yourself. Take me for example: when I first moved to the Netherlands, many a joke was told of stodgy, farmer’s food – potatoes, meat and veg was the described staple...
Almost every week, we take delivery of beautiful eggs from a drive-along farmer. I love the way the feathers stick to the eggs and the sheer beauty of it all. For more Wordless photos on Kitchen Butterfly, see my Wordless category For more Wordless photos, visit the Wordless Wednesday blog.[wpurp-searchable-recipe]Wordless Saturday: Farm fresh eggs –...
And despite my university camping trips to the Cordillera Cantábrica, I’ll have to describe myself as a greenhorn when it comes to camping. I wasn’t going to put a lot of trust in my teenage experiences, fueled by youth and confidence – university students and mothers sit in two different camps, not to mention separated...
A throne is only a bench, covered in velvet Napoleon Bonaparte ———-♥———– We just got back from a few days away in London. I especially wanted to attend a one-day seminar being organised for ‘Women in Energy’ in London plus we had public holidays in the Netherlands so we all trooped over. The seminar was...
Yesterday was Queen’s day. I sold no macarons, or cookies, or anything for that matter. Instead, we walked the length of our village centre, and I hunted bargains….wisely of course. More on that in a minute.