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Leslie Allen
Reno, Nevada
I was born in California, and have fond memories of homegrown tomatoes and freshly caught crawdads. My family moved a lot when I was growing up. I even lived on the East coast for a while. More about Leslie
Laura Solorio
Salinas, California
I am third in a line of strong Yaqui women. My grandmother was from Baja California, from the town of Santa Rosalia. She came to the United States as a young woman, with her first child, escaping an abusive husband. More about Laura
Scott Swendsen
Boise, Idaho
I am in my late 40's and single and a bit selfish. Having no children and no spouse has allowed me to pretty much explore life in a much different way than most families would. More about Scott
Paulette Thompson
Seattle, Washington
I, P. Thompson, also known as Paulette, love food. It should not surprise you that I love to cook and eat good food. I also love talking about it, thinking about it, and reading about it. More about Paulette
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Friday night: a seasonal Shabbat dinner
Posted at 4:19 PM on September 15, 2008 by Paulette Thompson (1 Comments)
On those Friday nights when I am bone tired, I might not even eat a real dinner. I end up becoming one with the couch. I'll wake up starving at 2 a.m. or 6 a.m.
This last Friday evening, I was tired, but I had a real reason to stay awake. I was able to motivate myself out of the house because I had an invitation. I attended Shabbat dinner at the home of my colleague Rik K. and his lovely wife Jill C. I was one of four guests that evening.
The meal was a locavore dream. Jill and Rik grow a lot of vegetables and fruit in their backyard. Other items came from the farmer's market or other providers.
I could just burst out into a version of that song by the Police because not only did almost every dish contain local items, every single thing we had was magical and delicious. We had challah with a hit of cinnamon, gazpacho made with nice ripe flavorful tomatoes and other vegetables from the garden, and salmon--caught by First Nations fishermen-that was just right.
Let me stop for a minute as I continue to contemplate the meal. The wines were from Washington State. The corn on the cob was very nice. I don't know how Jill cooked the zucchini to make the natural sweetness come out (roasted?). I had better ask her.
Wow, it was all good and good for all. For people who get tired of zucchini, I tell you, this dish was a winner.
The only nonlocal vegetable was the spinach. It was comfort food at its best, baked all creamy and cheesy. Nice.
It would have been nice to pick marionberries to add to the dessert. Unfortunately it was too dark. Dessert did not suffer: homemade chocolate pound cake and baklava ice cream from the Greek Gods company rounded off the meal. I think JiIl used honey in the cake.
I dreamt well that night.
A major shout out to Jill and Rik! I felt so blessed.
Comments (1)
Baklava ice cream?
Can you offer us a recipe?
Posted by Pamela Howell | September 20, 2008 5:05 AM