A clear white cone of nothing.
- At July 1, 2010
- By Molly Chester
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I set off in the direction of Carrot Popsicles for the Carrot Episode of Farm to Table. Carrots, raw cream and a simple popsicle mold is all I thought I needed. The texture was going to be smooth, with the raw cream taking the carrot into the flavor palate of a Creamsicle. Soft, subtly sweet and addictive. Convinced I’d nail it on the first go…
Nope.
A rather self-confident vegetable.
- At June 10, 2010
- By Molly Chester
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Farm to Table recipe #2 – I’m humming along! Possibly obviously, this recipe is heading for the Carrot Episode. Having entered the kitchen with a clear mental picture and a sketched out recipe, I focused on mom’s old Vanilla Cornstarch Pudding recipe with the addition of a light creamy orange hue, imparted by fresh-squeezed carrot juice, maybe a few toasted almond slices on top. My milk would be raw and rich maple crystals would replace the dreaded white sugar. Lastly, I switched the namesake cornstarch to arrowroot, mainly for nutritional reasons. Cornstarch, always a refined product, is rather void of minerals, whereas arrowroot, naturally unrefined, is a starch obtained from the root of a tropical plant that is chock full of calcium, plus rich minerals of the sea. In addition, arrowroot digests well and actually soothes the stomach, whereas, corn allergies run rampant these days.
New additions.
- At February 15, 2010
- By Molly Chester
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This blog is a celebration! In case you haven’t been by lately, the last two blogs were “homework” entries, of sorts. We learned how to make Sprouted Flour, in preparation for these quick & satisfying cookies. Well, job well done, and now’s the time! This cookie is a new addition to my household, and I am excited to share them with you. They are truly delicious.
The color of crack.
- At October 29, 2009
- By Molly Chester
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Last year, I went to our neighborhood Halloween party as a Martian. Neon green body pain and all. I’m fully certain the body paint was the polar opposite of organic. My post-party shower lasted a solid hour before crawling into bed exhausted with raw speckled green skin. This year, I’m going to be a tree. The thought came to me late one night. Settled in bed, my eyes flew open and I proceeded to be as annoying as possible with, “John (shake, shake, shake), John (tap, tap, tap)… I think I’m going to be a tree.” He’s not certain a girl of 31 should be dressing up in the first place, but he liked the idea.