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Bittersweet Grapefruit Marmalade

{Two Ingredient Tuesday}

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My birthday this year came during a very bittersweet week: My parents and brother are in the process of moving to Phoenix; I’m staying here. My birthday dinner was the last time we would ever sit down together for a meal in that house.

Helping to pack up and sell off the contents of my childhood house over the past few months has been full of sad pangs and heart-wrenches. We picked through all my childhood books, tore up the vegetable garden where my dad and I had spent happy summer hours, bid farewell to the woods where I played as a child. Nostalgia strikes in strange moments. We held a yard sale and I was nearly moved to tears over the little footstool from our bathroom, a permanent fixture in my daily routine now looking oddly out of place in the hands of a stranger who was bargaining over the one-dollar price tag.

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Happy Easter!

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Each year, I have a brief fling with marshmallow Peeps that stretches from February until Easter Sunday. I buy them by the dozen and eat them, chick after chick, until I can’t stomach any more. They’re one of the few junk foods that I make an exception for. The little faces and beaks just tip me right over the edge.

As of today, the Peeps body count is hovering around eight dozen.

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Candied Mandarins

{Two Ingredient Tuesday}

Aren’t they just a gallon of sunshine in a one-pint jar?

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The Lord in his kindness granted us citrus fruits during the grey and unloved month of February. Just when we can’t stomach one more casserole, one more out-of-season New Years’ Resolution salad, the markets blossom with blood oranges, grapefruit, lemons, Valencia oranges, and mandarins. It’s all the sunshine that we summer-starved New Yorkers have been craving. Continue reading

Avocado Halves & Soy Sauce

This recipe is my earliest food memory. I remember standing in my living room in New Zealand, four years old, and I could see out the window that it was already dark outside. My parents were trying to put me to bed, but I caught a glimpse of a late-night snack in the kitchen. I wanted one too.

“You won’t like this, Catherine,” my mother insisted. “It’s avocado. The flavour is too strong for you.”

Issue a challenge like that to a child, and you will get a declaration of war.

When she did give me some, a soft green avocado half with a little spoonful of soy sauce nestled in its hollow (“And don’t spill it on the carpet, Catherine.”), I sat carefully on the couch with it and finished the whole thing, bite after bite of salty umami richness.

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