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I wanted to share a few images and thoughts from our recent trip to Seattle, where we had an utterly lovely time. We were charmed by the neighborhoods and the little houses and everyone’s kindness and the near-constant view of the mountains. It was the perfect balance of city exploration and quiet days on Whidbey Island, time alone for the two of us and time with friends, simple eats and fancy lunches, planned excursions and surprising finds.

Our train trip to Seattle was an excellent little adventure of its own. Once in Seattle, we had lazy mornings, dipped our toes in the ocean, visited the Ballard Locks and Gas Works Park and the Golden Gardens, wandered through new-to-us neighborhoods and sweated through hot summer days. We saw dear friends from Grand Rapids who now call Seattle home, as well as my soul sister Megan and her almost-husband (!!) Sam. The trip serendipitously overlapped with Kimberley‘s book tour through the Pacific Northwest, so Megan and Sam hosted us all for a backyard dinner party, complete with Sam’s amazing cocktails, a salad of perfect tomatoes and Megan’s delectable quiche.

We ate supremely well the whole time, which is obviously a priority for me. Our schedule was such that the most grand meals of the trip were lunches. I became, albeit briefly, a lady who lunches, sometimes with wine, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

My favorite meals were lunch at Sitka & Spruce (first two images below—there is a beet and walnut purée between those thin slices of raw beet. genius!) and dinner at Delancey with Megan and Sam, where the pizza was nearly as good as the company.

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Another culinary high point was the dreamy biscuit with butter and jam at The Wandering Goose, with second prize going to the chocolate chip cookie. Thank goodness Megan told me what to order in advance, because I don’t know how else we would have chosen from the abundant selection of rustic, Southern-inspired treats.

Other notable eats included our fancy-pants lunch at The Whale Wins (pickle plate! carrots with yogurt and harissa! blueberry cobbler with whipped cream!), a simple afternoon lunch at Boat Street Cafe, breakfast at Cafe Besalu and lunch with our pal Sarah at the apparently famous food truck Paseo.

The Wandering Goose | Delightful Crumb The Whale Wins | Delightful Crumb Boat Street Cafe | Delightful Crumb Cafe Besalu | Delightful Crumb Paseo | Delightful CrumbWhidbey Island was a dream. If you go, I highly recommend mussels, fries and beer at Toby’s in Coupeville. (Megan suggested this, too! She never steers me wrong.) I also loved Greenbank Farm, which we visited with Ben’s aunt and uncle. Perhaps best of all were our morning breakfasts overlooking the Pacific Ocean. We just sat, which I don’t usually do, and it was divine.

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out and about

out and about

We’re in deep, are we not? Right in the heart of summertime. In my little corner of the world, we’ve settled back in from a trip to Seattle and the subsequent whirlwind that was last week at work, but I am still reveling in the goodness of that trip. Summer vacation is not overrated, and the hot days of this one reminded me of the sort of summertime I grew up with in the Midwest (which obviously was a good thing in my book).

But more on that later! I wanted to pop over only briefly to share some of my work that is out and about in the world right now.

EDIBLE SAN FRANCISCO, SUMMER 2014

Peach Galette | Edible San FranciscoIllustration by Heather Hardison

I love my quarterly assignment from Edible San Franciscowherein I come up with simple seasonal recipes that are then illustrated by the talented Heather Hardison. Bay Area friends, you can find a copy for free all over the city. Flip to the back spread for the recipes! You can also find them online right here.

REMEDY QUARTERLY, ISSUE 15: TRIUMPH

Remedy Quarterly Issue 15 | Kelly CarambulaPhoto by Kelly Carámbula

I also wrote an article for the latest installment of Kelly Carámbula’s charming Remedy Quarterly. She asked me to write something about Marie Catrib’s, a restaurant in Grand Rapids that I adore. It was easy to say yes. I’ve had countless wonderful meals and memorable conversations in that space, along with plenty of deli containers and desserts to go. I was determined to have our wedding feature something of Marie’s—and to have her food in my belly on that monumental day—and we ended up with the most beautiful and delicious spread of cakes, crumbles and brownies (if you click on that link, just keep scrolling until you get to the food…).

The issue was about triumph, and Kelly asked if I thought that the two might fit together in some way, which, as it happens, they absolutely do. Marie Catrib overcame so much in her own life, moving to America from Lebanon, building a cooking career, creating this gem of a restaurant and then gracefully facing cancer, which eventually took her away from the multitudes who loved her. The neighborhood itself overcame many hurdles before becoming the bustling place it is today, and I think many of us triumphed over the small trials of life during meals eaten here, where we were cared for and life was celebrated. Read more in Issue15: Triumph—you can buy it right here! The issue also includes the recipe for Hummingbird Cake, enjoyed by all (but especially me) at our wedding.

I’ve got to say, Kelly’s lovely little creation feels pretty dang personal at this point. Way back in spring of 2012, I wrote about the adventure of living alone in my darling Grand Rapids apartment for Issue 8. Then, I wrote about our leap across the country in the issue about risk. After that, Kelly made her own move to the Bay Area, and I finally met her in person. I also recently realized that I must credit this publication with introducing me to Megan’s blog, which led me to Megan herself, and I’m now lucky to call her a friend. Perhaps it will introduce you to something special, too.

for making memories | eggplant rounds with summer toppings

for making memories | eggplant rounds with summer toppings

Eggplant Rounds | Delightful Crumb Eggplant Rounds | Delightful CrumbThis summer, I’ve been equal part enamored with this region in which I live and incredibly nostalgic. More than ever before, I’m overwhelmed with all of the memories I have of my childhood summers in Michigan. These were the months when I ran around the front yard in the pleasant rain of the sprinkler, played an elaborate game of clothespin dolls with my sister and next-door neighbor in the length of lawn between our houses, watched my dad get as excited as I was for vacation, spent most of my time barefoot. We’d go to the farmers market each Saturday, from which I’d emerge with a child’s reward of a honey stick. I’d later sit with my mom on the front steps to shuck the cobs of corn we’d brought home. The silky strings stuck to my bare feet when I stood, but the sweet, golden corn we’d soon be eating made the mess worthwhile. We picked strawberries, then blueberries, and we grew a smattering of things ourselves in our backyard garden. My mom baked delicious crisps and cobblers from fresh Michigan blueberries and peaches, which we’d top with generous scoops of ice cream for the culmination of long, lingering dinners on the deck behind our house. I remember when we discovered bruschetta, promptly crowned the glorious king of simple summer eating. We ate well in the summertime, as it so often goes.

I’m astounded, these days, by how good I had it. It was easy to be happy, with a family like that and summer’s glory on top. Ben teases me about our many rituals and routines, but if anything, my family knows how to celebrate and to revel and to do it all with intention. It’s something I’m proud of, and glad to carry on.

Summer’s also when I think most about my extended family back in South Dakota and the long trips we took to visit each and every summer. My parents’ hometown of Rapid City was so different from the one we inhabited, with its hills and dry heat and men boasting huge belt buckles and cowboy hats. We would take the long drive across the country, a trip my sister and I loved. We’d usually stop to see my mom’s brother and his family in Chicago, catching fireflies at dusk with my cousin and having some kind of wonderful adventure in the city. We’d continue through to stay with my great aunt in the very tiny town of Howard, South Dakota. She’d show us the ceramics she was working on in the basement, make hearty meals and wake at dawn, banging around in the kitchen as though she wanted us to hurry out of bed to greet the day and join her. She had a bathtub, no shower, and crocheted blankets everywhere. Her little town wooed me with its cozy charm and strangers waving from their pickup trucks.

Once we reached our destination, Rapid City, we’d stay with my grandparents in the tiny house where they had raised seven children, my dad among them. My sister and I slept in the bedroom in the back of the house, decorated with my grandmother’s quilts and Precious Moments. We’d crack the sliding door open at night to let in the breeze and the sound of the wind chimes on the back porch, then curl up in the big bed, a sleepover every night. My dad’s family would descend upon his parents’ home most evenings, filling the house with laughter and noise and chaos. My grandma would make pies—always plural—and plenty of delicious food. On one late morning, we’d drive up to visit my mother’s aunt, at her house with its view of the hills. Max would make cookies and lemonade, and we’d sit and talk with her and her husband, Harry, for hours. When my grandfather, Max’s brother, was gone, I felt on every visit that she was sweeping me under her wing.

Traipsing around the city, we’d beg for stories of my parents’ childhood and teenage years as we drove past their old haunts. We’d play cards with our uncles and make friendship bracelets with our cousins and play video games with my grandpa and look at old photos and read books curled up on the couch. We would take a trip up into the hills, where we’d circle Custer State Park to admire the buffalo and antelope and prairie dogs, the hills and the big, beautiful pines. We made chains from wildflowers, walked for miles, built fires to brighten the dark nights. The Black Hills got into my bones, and I can still hear the rustle of the aspen leaves as the wind blows through them, rustling as though they’re cheering, like a million tiny pairs of hands clapping just for you.

I know I’m forming now the same sorts of memories, and I can already look back on the two years Ben and I have been married, and here, with some of the same nostalgia. We moved to Oakland at the end of the summer of 2012, freshly married. We settled in with tomato galette and heaps of salad eaten fashionably on paper plates as we sat on the floor before our dishes and furniture arrived. That summer, we gaped at the abundance of the farmers market, ate our way through as much of the Bay Area as we could afford, dreamed about our future as newlyweds do, felt overwhelmed by the newness of what was suddenly our life. These two summers since have boasted plenty of homemade ice cream, dozens of visitors, bike rides through Oakland, splurges on good cheese to pair with juicy heirloom tomatoes and plump figs, visits to wine country, cocktails with friends and big bowls of strawberry crisp to follow. We’re young and hopeful—this is the kind of thing that one looks back on with fondness, is it not?

For whatever reason, summer is a time for making memories. And all I hope is that I can keep on living a life that evokes this kind of nostalgia in later days, that I’ll look back and find that I created a beautiful, thoughtful life, as my parents did, with an open home and kitchen and heart like the loved ones I admire, adventuring through with this sweet man by my side.

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Eggplant Rounds with Summer Toppings

Eggplant preparation adapted from Alice Waters’ The Art of Simple Food II

This dish is an great appetizer or party snack, easy to prepare ahead of time, still delicious at room temperature and gluten free. I wrote it without measurements or quantities so that you can make however much you like, with one topping or a whole host of them depending on the crowd and your mood. I’ve given two ideas for the toppings, but the possibilities are endless! Finally, note that Japanese and Chinese eggplants make small, evenly sized rounds ideal for the party route, which the squatter Italian eggplant or the oval Calliope will give you a variety of sizes of circles, perhaps including some larger ones for hungry eaters.

FOR THE EGGPLANTS

Several medium eggplants

Olive oil, for brushing

Fine sea salt

TOPPING OPTION 1

Sheep’s milk ricotta

Juice and zest of a lemon

Red pepper flakes

Good olive oil, for drizzling

Micro greens or sprouts

Flaky sea salt (I like Maldon best)

Freshly cracked black pepper

TOPPING OPTION 2

Tomatoes

Nectarines

Basil or another bright-tasting herb

Balsamic vinegar

Good olive oil

Flaky sea salt (I like Maldon best)

Freshly cracked black pepper

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

Slice the eggplant into 1/2-inch rounds and arrange them in a single layer on the baking sheet. Brush both sides generously with olive oil and sprinkle with salt. Bake for about 15 minutes, until the tops are lightly browned. Flip the rounds over and continue roasting for about 5 minutes more. Remove the pan from the oven and allow the eggplant to cool on the pan.

For the ricotta topping, whisk the ricotta with a bit of lemon juice and zest, a pinch of red pepper flakes and a dash of sea salt until smooth and well combined. Top eggplant rounds with a spoonful of ricotta, then drizzle with olive oil. Finish with micro greens, flaky sea salt and freshly cracked pepper.

For the tomato and nectarine topping, begin by chopping the tomatoes and nectarines into a small dice. Chiffonade the basil. Mix together the tomato, nectarine and most of the basil, then add generous splashes of balsamic vinegar and olive oil and salt and pepper to taste. Spoon the mixture onto the eggplant rounds and finish with the reserved basil.

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the showstoppers | new potato & tomato tatin

the showstoppers | new potato & tomato tatin

New Potato & Tomato Tatin | Delightful CrumbOh, summertime! It’s all tomatoes with good olive oil and bike rides and afternoon beers over here, and I hope you’ve got the same. I struggle, always, with the whole fear-of-missing-out thing, afraid I’ll not take full advantage of one thing or another. The condition is particularly heightened during these months. Have I eaten enough peaches? Am I spending my weekends appropriately? Has enough rosé graced my table? What will I miss when winter’s arrived? Etc. But I am doing my best, and I’m certainly enjoying myself. That’s probably sufficient.

There are, of course, a few things I am, indeed, missing out on. Which is okay! These I’m admiring from a distance. For example, someone in our neighborhood is really honing their grilling skills this summer. It smells amazing every night, at the hour just before we start on dinner. I’m a bit nostalgic for the hot summer nights of the Midwest, too, and for those thunderstorms we never get here. (I know, I know—everything is in season earlier in California, and no polar vortexes here. But Michigan, I swear that your blueberries are better.)

What with all of the summer goodness to soak up, we eat simply most evenings. Plus, what’s better than this season’s gorgeous produce all on its own? Sautéed corn with herbs, tomato and nectarine salads, sliced avocado with cucumber and a pile of sprouts: this is enough to keep me very happy. But I still pull out the showstoppers from time to time, when I’m feeling particularly inspired and/or having company for dinner. And this dish right here fits that bill, with a few of those summertime stars and just enough decadence to feel celebratory.

The recipe comes from Ottolenghi’s Plenty, which I’ve been enjoying anew this summer. There’s a striking photo of this dish, which Ottolenghi calls “Surprise Tatin,” in the cookbook, only a short way in. The bold circles of potato and blackened leaves of oregano always caught my eye, puff pastry peaking out from underneath and parchment paper stained golden like caramel. All this time I’ve been eyeing it, especially once I had a potato-and-tomato loving man in my life who I knew would appreciate it thoroughly. Yet only this summer did I get around to making it. And holy cow, is this thing delicious. I made it once for us a couple of weeks ago, with the first of the new potatoes and sungold tomatoes, and then again for Ben’s parents when they visited last week. It’s a stunner, perfect with a summery green salad (corn and avocado are a nice addition there, or peaches and toasted almonds) and a glass of crisp white wine. Summertime perfection!

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New Potato & Tomato Tatin

Adapted from Yotam Ottolenghi’s Plenty

For the cheese, I recommend something flavorful like a gouda. It’s nice to have that added dimension in the mix of a few milder flavors. For the puff pastry, I recommend an all butter variety. Dufour is my favorite.

Serves 4 to 6

1 1/2 heaped cups cherry tomatoes

2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus additional

Sea salt

Freshly cracked black pepper

1 pound small new potatoes, preferably fingerlings

1 large yellow onion, thinly sliced

3 tablespoons cane sugar

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

3 to 5 fresh oregano sprigs

5 ounces firm, aged cheese, sliced

1 puff pastry sheet, defrosted

Preheat the oven to 275 degrees. Halve the tomatoes and place them cut-side down on a baking sheet. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Place in the oven to dry for 45 minutes.

Meanwhile, cook the potatoes in boiling salted water for 25 minutes. Drain and let cool. Once cool, trim a bit off the top and bottom of each potato, then cut into 1-inch-thick discs.

Sauté the onion with the oil and some salt for about 15 minutes, or until golden brown.

Once you’ve prepared all of the vegetables, brush a 9-inch cake pan with oil and line the bottom with a circle of parchment paper. In a small pan, cook the sugar and butter on high heat, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon, to get a semi-dark caramel. Right away, pour the caramel carefully into the cake pan. Tilt it to spread the caramel evenly over the parchment. Pick the oregano leaves, tearing any large ones in half, and scatter atop the caramel.

Lay the potato slices close together, cut-side down, on the bottom of the pan. Gently press onion and tomato into the gaps and sprinkle generously with salt and pepper. Spread the slices of cheese evenly over the potatoes.

Roll out the puff pastry slightly. Then, cut a disc that is 1 inch larger in diameter than the pan. Lay the pastry lid over the tart filling and gently tuck the edges down around the potatoes inside the pan. (At this point, you can chill the tart for up to 24 hours.)

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Bake the tart for 25 minutes, then reduce the temperature to 350 degrees and continue baking for 15 minutes, or until the pastry is sufficiently cooked. Remove from the oven and let rest for just 2 minutes. Then, hold an inverted plate (or a cutting board) firmly on top of the pan and carefully but briskly turn them over together, then gently lift off the pan. Serve the tart hot or warm.

summer in the city

summer in the city

vibrant food | Delightful Crumbpie ranch | Delightful CrumbEarliest of summer, yes, but summer nonetheless! It’s officially here now, inviting us to fling ourselves outdoors, soak in the warmth and sunshine, eat our weight in summer berries and rainbow-colored produce. I think there’s something inside all of us that recalls what it’s like to be a child on summer vacation, and the early days of June flip the switch. I feel more free, despite the fact that nothing has changed.

It’s a grand moment, this one, and I am all in. Here’s a bit of what I’ve been up to. How about you?

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Reading

-My friend Kimberley‘s cookbook, Vibrant Food, is now out in the world! She celebrated with a beautiful launch party (lead photo) and is now touring around for all sorts of wonderful events. I heartily recommend that you snatch up a copy of the book, then try to meet her if she’s coming your way.

-Summer reading recommendation number one: Delancey, from the always eloquent and charming Molly Wizenberg.

-my name is yeh: A fantastically spirited, beautiful and new-to-me blog. After only a few weeks of reading, I got to meet Molly at Kimberley’s party, and she’s as lovely as I’d imagined.

Eating / Drinking

-Fruit with cheese (and also herbs): Watermelon and salty feta with mint, figs and goat cheese, tomatoes and mozzarella marinated with oregano, tomatoes and nectarines with parmesan and basil—you get the idea.

-Sautéed dates with flaky sea salt (!), via the aforementioned Delancey.

-When I’m lucky, dinner at Bistro Ordinaire, invention of my favorite wine bar, Ordinaire, and the talented Chris Kronner.

-Farmers Jane Field Rosé, the best rosé I’ve had this summer.

-2013 Wind Gap Trousseau Gris, equally perfect on a warm night.

Listening

-Radio Cherry Bombe with Julia Turshen on Heritage Radio Network. I particularly loved this excellent interview with Jeni of Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams, a company with which I am obsessed.

-This Sylvan Esso song, on repeat.

-And this one by Rhye, which I’ve long loved.

Adventuring

-Toluma Farms in Marin, home to Tomales Farmstead Creamery. Baby goats! Amazing cheese! Etc.!

-Healdsburg, my favorite part of wine country, for a dreamy day away. Finally visited Shed, where I ate an amazing whole wheat fig scone and drank lemon-ginger kefir water, and drank wine at Preston, Copain and current favorite VML.

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