RECIPE AND PHOTOGRAPHY BY DANIELLE PROHOM OLSON (A.K.A. GATHER VICTORIA)
What could be more decadent than a lofty spire of cream puffs magically held together with caramelized sugar and studded with rose fondant, white chocolate truffles, marzipan stars, and gleaming...
Who doesn’t love a gorgeous, bright bowl of lush, richly colored summer fruit—blueberries and strawberries and blackberries still hot from the fields and bursting with sweetness?
No fairy can resist these jewel-like orbs, which are as healthful as they are...
PREP TIME: ABOUT 2 HOURS, PLUS OVERNIGHT FOR JUICE TO SETTLE, PLUS CANNING
MAKES: APPROXIMATELY 4 QUARTS
Berry Juice is thick and delicious. This recipe works well with blackberries, raspberries, gooseberries, blueberries, serviceberries, currants, and other ripe berries, either alone or...
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To live in a world of everlasting Septembers and Octobers sounds enchanting, does it not? To wake up each day to the golden rustling of leaves and spiced...
Ostara, or the spring equinox, is a time of promise. It’s a time to revel in the awakening of Mother Nature from her restful winter slumber. For me and so many others, it’s a time of celebration. Honey is...
Recipes and photography by Sara Ghedina (a.k.a. One Girl in the Kitchen)
As anyone who’s ever dined with hobbits knows, second breakfast is one of the six most important meals of the day. Hobbits take their breakfasts seriously, piling their scrubbed...
A mysterious green liquor sparkling with clarity and infused with the healing powers of over a hundred different herbs—it sounds like a potion out of a fairy tale, but it’s a liquor known all over the world by the...
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As the snow thaws high in the Swiss Alps, tufts of wheat-colored grasses sprout in the Engadine Valley, thick and bristly as a horse’s mane. Tender wildflowers gently push...
For many years, while our children were still small, enjoying the fruits of summer meant running through open fields in search of wild berries, or stopping at roadside farm stands for picked-this-morning goodness. Summer’s fruit meant sticky faces and...
In “The Seductive Nostalgia of the Picnic” for the Atlantic, author Melissa Holbrook Pierson posits that Wordsworth might have been the first lyricist of the picnic. In his autobiographical poem The Prelude, he describes outdoor dining with his friends:
Hence...