I’ve struggled with how to best honor George Floyd in this space. I would never want to trivialize something so horrendous. After a lot of back and forth, I’ve decided that sharing a recipe is not the way to go today, so I’m sharing resources instead. I hope you find them helpful.
charlottesville
Thoughts on this weekend’s devastating events in my home town, Charlottesville.
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fig and peach mascarpone tart + the heritage harvest festival at monticello
A simple mascarpone tart topped with heirloom figs and peaches collected from the orchards of Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. This post is sponsored by Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello in support of the Heritage Harvest Festival. Click here for festival details. Jump to recipe. [Read more…]
hill & holler at blenheim vineyards library series dinner
On a luminous April afternoon, Brian and I took the winding country roads out of town to the Hill and Holler at Blenheim Vineyards Library Series Dinner. Hill and Holler, a Charlottesville dinner event company, puts on dinners at local farms with an ever-changing roster of local chefs. It’s the brainchild of Tracey Love, who is also the head of sales at Blenheim Vineyards, which was a partner for the April event. Arriving early, we had a chance to wander, explore, and take in the sweeping vistas of the historic Blenheim property. [Read more…]
grilled steak salad with garlic scapes and peaches
Last night, around nine in the evening, a tiny prop plane touched down on the runway in Charlottesville. We’d taken off in Charlotte, swinging east around a big storm. As we cleared the towering thunderheads, a magnificent pink and orange sunset set up over the Blue Ridge mountains. In New York, it was the sight of the massive city rising straight out of the water that would bring me the feeling of homecoming. But, as Brian and I became disenchanted with NYC, that sight stopped bringing the same comfort. “Where is nature in all this?” I’d think as I took in all that concrete and glass from above. Now, whether flying or driving, it’s the sight of the Blue Ridge Mountains, stretching out just west of my small city, that lets me know I’m close to home. [Read more…]