All posts tagged: root vegetables

winter vegetable poached whole chicken

There is something really special, sacred even, about Sundays. Whether you consider it the first or last day of your week, Sunday is a beautiful in-between moment to shake off the days before while preparing for and breathing life into the the ahead. Growing up, Sundays were for Mom’s slow cooked pot roast invigorating the entire house with its warm, hearty and comforting scent. In the fall and winter months, Sunday was also for Dad’s chili, his secret-sauce garlic buttered bread, and football. Sundays were also for homework, tackling loads of laundry, chores and even working. Over the last few years, I’ve tried to slow down on Sundays. Relax, reset, and soak up the time. While slowing down and savoring, I also try to prepare for the week ahead. I started a new almost-weekly tradition of roasting a whole chicken and throwing the bones together with vegetables to make broth or stock that would sustain us through the week with soups, stews, or even for sipping as a gentle breakfast. I have this rule. I …

creamy parsnip grits with lion’s mane mushrooms and andouille sausage

This dish is like Donny and Marie. It features a little bit of where I came from and a little bit from where I am now. (A little bit country, and a little bit rock and roll, if you will.) The stone-ground cornmeal is from Riverview Farms in GA, and came with me across the country. I bought it late last summer when I was craving cornbread. I made a big batch of that, studded with fresh corn kernels, in my cast iron skillet. It was in Georgia, too, that I first discovered lion’s mane mushrooms.Β These Tribble lookalikes are adorable, as any fluffy living creature could be, soft but sturdy and meaty, with a delicate seafood-like flavor. Since I no longer live near the gulf, and thus have less local access to fresh shrimp, I dusted the mushrooms with Old Bay and used them in place of the seafood to play with this traditional Southern dish. I didn’t grow up eating oatmeal or porridge, so it was in Georgia where I first tasted and then …