Hmmm…What’s in the fridge?

This one’s for the fellas, although I must admit, anyone could make this at home. On my drive home from work I pondered what I would make for dinner, knowing that I would be eating alone. “We don’t have anything!” chimed the voice in my head. So on a whim I threw this together.

You really don’t need to have a plan, mine just sort of evolved as I started rummaging through the fridge finding things that looked tasty. Here’s what I found.

Ingredients: Tomato, cheddar cheese, salami, basil, egg, frozen corn, frozen butternut squash and 2 frozen bread rolls.

Step 1: Defrost bread rolls in toaster oven

Step 2: Boil water for poached eggs (we received 2 poach pods from our registry from Crate & Barrel –I highly recommend these!)

Step 3: Place frozen corn and squash in a bowl and mix in some paprika. Place in microwave for 3 minutes, stirring half way.

Step 4: Check on bread. Bread should be crusty but not frozen. Cut in half and add a thinly cut slice of cheese to each half.

Step 5: Slice tomato; cut salami and basil into pieces.

Step 6: Assemble. Once the poached eggs are ready (after water boils, eggs are placed in pods for 4 mins). A) Scoop corn and squash mix onto plate; B) Place halved rolls with cheese on or next to corn and squash mix; C) Add tomato to top of melted cheese; D) Add basil and salami; C) Add poached eggs.

End result should look something like this. Upon tasting the creation I would have to say that the tomato, basil, salami, cheese, corn and squash mix is an explosive mix of deliciousness combining flavors that are sweet, salty, smoky and earthy. I would even go so far to say that the egg was just gratuitous and excessive, but alas, it was indulgent, and I suppose that was the point, considering it was a mad dash into the fridge for whatever may lie inside.

I hope your next creation is as creative and tasty…remember, you don’t need to have a plan as long as it tastes good.


– Jesse


Fiddling and Fiddleheads

Ok, I’m going to just say it…the title of this post is misleading. Jesse is a fiddler–as in he plays the violin, sometimes in a bluegrass-esque manner. This post isn’t about violin playing, but it is about ukulele playing, and fiddlehead ferns!

Jesse’s new band, “A Few Good Ukes,” played a show this weekend at Nashoba Valley Winery about 45 minutes west of Boston (who knew that there were vineyards in MA).  I went, because I’m a good groupie, and hey, what’s not to love about sitting in the sun, drinking home-grown cider and listening to great music. I may have taken about 500 photos, the farm was so picturesque with apple trees blossoming, the sun shining bright and kids everywhere! I’ll spare you all but a few of them below.

“A Few Good Ukes” singing on the left, and then all of the kids at the winery (because I guess kids like wineries too) joining in for You Are My Sunshine.  At one point each band member had a kid on their lap helping them play the uke! It was the cutest!

The apple orchard in bloom.

A silly series of J&J photos.

And ferns–I just can’t resist…they’re my favorite plant.  I think it’s the symmetry, the color, the simplicity. They’re just so photogenic, don’t you think?

Have you ever eaten fiddleheads? Oddly I haven’t. But it’s the season here in New England and I want to saute them up with butter and garlic! Here are some recipes from Saveur.

And here’s what Maine Cooperative Extension has to say about the edible fiddlehead:

Fiddleheads, an early spring delicacy throughout their range, are the young coiled fronds of the ostrich fern (Matteuccia struthiopteris). Nearly all ferns have fiddleheads, but those of the ostrich fern are unlike any other. Ostrich fern fiddleheads, which are about an inch in diameter, can be identified by the brown papery scale-like covering on the uncoiled fern, as well as the smooth fern stem, and the deep ”U”-shaped groove on the inside of the fern stem. Look for ostrich ferns emerging in clusters of about three to twelve fiddleheads each on the banks of rivers, streams, and brooks in late April, May, and early June. Make sure that you have landowner permission before harvesting fiddleheads.

I like that last sentence–no fiddlehead stealing! Promise?



The Sound of: A Windy Ship

I’m a lucky gal. I married into a family with cousins who are year-round residents of Martha’s Vineyard. We went last weekend to visit for Passover.

It’s always spectacular to be on the island in April–the towns are pretty much deserted, trees budding, the salty air is extra crisp.

My sound of the week was taken on the ferry ride over to the island. It was a beautiful, bright day, albeit chilly and windy. Specifically, this sound is of chairs rattling on the boat’s deck. Every time I hear this sound I think of two things: chattering teeth, and the famous Marilyn Monroe-skirt-blowing-up image. I’m going to go with that second inspiration and throw together an outfit perfect for a warm wind (I think that I have the spring itch for new clothes).

(One–just messy enough for the big gust of wind; two–I bet this skirt could get a little lift in the wind, but not too much…; three–this dress calls perhaps for a brown shoe, but I like how the shoes will subtly pick up the black diamonds in the earrings; four; five; six–I can’t get enough of my pastel nails. And this polish is free of ethyl acetate, butyl acetate, nitrocellulose, acetone, and heavy metals!; seven)

I wasn’t wearing any of these things…I was unglamorously hunkered inside, wrapped in my bulky, sleeping-bag-like coat…the wind wasn’t warm like in my more stylish day-dream!

What does this sound make you think of? Please tell me below!



PS: Check out this amazing weather site! Creative people!

A loss of life but not forgotten…

This week was hard for both of us in that we lost a dear friend: he was a father and adventure enthusiast. Our friend was 67 years young and so full of life and energy. His energy and accomplishments have been such an inspiration for us and we hope we can live our lives like he had lived his.

In remembering our friend, we both recounted several stories that made us smile and bring pause to our daily routine. In telling these stories about his life we realized that this was our way of mourning his loss and bringing closure to his life.

Stories have such a powerful notion for us as they help to provide sustenance when it is needed most. They provide meaningful moments of clarity, laughter, self-discovery and so much more.

Before I was married, I joined a dating website so that I could experience chance encounters at love and when they didn’t pan out, I had a really good story to tell. That may sound shallow, but I found my wife on one of these sites and boy, do I have a good story (perhaps for another time though).

I love how stories are opportunities for bonding with others and sharing common experiences.  This is how I met Norman, through sharing our love for windsurfing, hiking, skiing, biking, you name it. And from our common likes, I have wonderful stories of us windsurfing on the Charles, skiing at Loon and losing our ski passes, and biking the wrong way down one-way streets. All of these experiences memorialize him, and they are stories that I now will share with others.

Rest in peace Norman. You will always be remembered.

– Jesse