Last week, bread. This week, wine. For as the poet says, paradise requires only a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and Thou, Isis. I may have added that last bit. As it turns out, both my Deities are Wine Deities. Although my Lord D is more known for His wine-y associations, Isis too, […]
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Eating Sunshine – Raw Golden Beet Zoodles, Shaved Fennel, and Blueberries Salad with Hemp Seeds and Oranges Recipe by Kimberly Moore
If Mother Nature is not going to be helpful by moving Spring along, I figured we could all at least eat some sunshine! I recently picked up some gorgeous, golden beets to renew my acquaintance. For some reason, it had been a long time since I had them, but you can bet that I won’t […]
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The Divine Bread of Isis by M. Isidora Forrest
Ahhh. There is absolutely nothing like the smell of fresh bread, hot from the oven. Add butter and I’m in heaven. Yet with so many of us on gluten-free diets because of gluten intolerance or celiac disease—and with some arguing that eating grain is literally killing us even if we’re not gluten-intolerant or celiac sufferers—well […]
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Almost Spring and Lemon Basil Hummus by Kimberly F. Moore
I needed a pick-me-up. The March storms have been rolling through bringing rain, sleet, and snow, and lots of gloomy days. Mother Nature has been teasing the light of Spring here and there and just when I think Spring is sprung, the new snow forecast comes out. Even the kitties have abandoned the windows and […]
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Hot Milk Sponge Cake with Blueberries for Summer Feasts by The Hungry Goddess
The recipe for the Hot Milk Sponge Cake is my Grandmother’s recipe and something delicious to share for July as Blueberry Month. It’s an easy recipe and I say this with confidence because although I come from a long line of bakers, including my Mom and Grandmother, the baking gene seems to have skipped me. The […]
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What a Simple Latvian Breakfast Hash Taught Me about Being Fearless by Gail Jessen
I woke up jet lagged and completely famished on my first morning in the Latvian countryside. I also woke up to discover the lone bus to the village market didn’t make it’s run that day. With no groceries and no sense of the day or time, I slowly realized what I’d gotten myself into. I […]
