The weather is warming back up here in the desert, and after a short trip back “home” to the frigid east coast, I’m feeling spring-like again in my 70-something daily temperatures. That means I’m eating fewer slow cooker meals and more light, refreshing salads.
I had read for a long time that baked potatoes could be made in the slow cooker, but I had never bothered to try. Or rather, I had never wanted to try. You see, baked potatoes alone are not a meal to me, and if I’m going to make a slow cooker dinner, I’m not going to…
In the first year of our marriage, a good friend mentioned to me that weekly date nights, even if it just means a picnic at the park, were essential to her family. We took that advice with whatever modifications we needed to stay within our budget, and we’re still loving our Friday night date nights.
I’m back! After some much-needed time with my friends and family, I’m home again and working on putting the greenery back into my diet (and back on the blog). And despite living in the desert, I’m seeing a lot more green, too.
As I cooked and shot these roasted vegetables, Ryan was out on a late afternoon bike ride on the trail that loops around the outside of the city, following the so-called “river” that is really a wash—a giant, used-to-be-a-river, sand-bottomed hole that snakes through the desert and rushes with water during the summer monsoon rains.
My favorite thing about winter in Arizona is the abundance of fresh, local citrus. While winter is technically citrus season everywhere fruit can be shipped, it is truly a local delight here.
I can’t really complain about winters in southern Arizona, because we’ve had the best warm and sunny weather lately. But mornings are still a little chilly–there’s a frosty look in the air since night time temperatures fall close to freezing. In the mornings, we’re cranking up the heat, sipping steamy mugs of tea, and enjoying…
The first time I roasted nuts over a fire, they were chestnuts, I was a child, and we forgot to open the flue to our (indoor) fireplace. The entire house filled with smoke, complete with fire alarms and a few hours of open windows in sub-freezing December weather.