Eggs aren’t the enemy! The Raisin & Fig household has been doing a LOT of reading about good vs. evil – when it comes to food. For years, we were told that if you were trying to manage cholesterol and heart health, then eggs were bad. However, the latest research – and there’s lots of it, tells a different story. So we’re sharing this recipe for “Eggs in Clouds” to welcome these little orbs of sunshine back to your table. Continue Reading →
I grew up in a “village.” Not a town, or a city, but a village. It sounds all European and quaint, but actually it was the village of Hopwood, in southwestern Pennsylvania. I never knew why it qualified as a village, so I turned to the internet {where, of course, everything is true}. Continue Reading →
Christmas “traditions” certainly have their seasons. Marriages, divorces, the passage of time {and loved ones} inevitably forces us to change up some, if not all of our perceptions of “the way we do Christmas.” I think the best cure for missing those old traditions is to start new ones.
Eighteen years ago this weekend, there was a huge storm, the bartender got caught in the elevator, and my older sister sang torch songs around the piano by candlelight long after the power had gone out. Continue Reading →
When one of my favorite people on earth received a surprise cancer diagnosis recently, I wanted to DO something. And not just say “Call me if you need anything” because they don’t call {mostly because they don’t know WHAT they need}.
I love the generosity of gardeners!
Take, for example, my new friend Peggy. Besides being an all-around wonderful gal, she’s a fabulous artist and a horse lover… she’s also a terrific gardener. In the short time we’ve been in Idaho, she’s delivered gorgeous onions, cucumbers, beets, purple potatoes and state-fair-worthy zucchini. {I’m not kidding, you could use them for batting practice, they’re so big!} Continue Reading →
Does anybody say grace before a meal anymore?
Growing up, this was a ritual that occurred at our dinner table. Every. Single. Night.
I’m sure the intentions for starting this tradition were admirable, but by the time I was a teenager, singing grace at dinner {yes, there was a tune to ours} was a rote exercise. Continue Reading →
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