This post is my first post within my category Salty + Wild. This first recipe is special to me as it was inspired by my travels on my honeymoon. My husband and I trekked through Greece and Italy. I have explored both countries before, yet this trip was explored by car rather than by train which furthered our adventures onto roads less traveled. We let the days wander us into places unknown. In Tuscany, Italy we found a beautiful farm. The farm has been operated by generations past. We were greeted by the family’s grandmother and she led the way…Read More
Salty + Wild
Organic Food Hunters and Foragers || Salty + Wild
With wholehearted gratefulness and intention, my husband and I step into the wild.
One may presume my passion solely lies within the art of baking. As my sole focus thus far within my blog has been on sweets. I only began thumbing through salty recipes four years ago, maybe five. Baking has, since I was about seven years old been my dear companion in the comfort of food creation. Yet, the land that surrounds me here in Vermont has opened up a new world of experience and truth in what we eat, how we eat, and most importantly – where our eats derive from.
Bow and arrow in hand. Some may be quick to draw – how sad, how cruel… “Do you eat meat?” I often times ask. Almost defending my position. Not too often an occurrence, thankfully. Yet it does appear.
Mindfulness, skill, patience. All elements, or ingredients rather, to foraging organic wild fruits from our land. It is not ever about the kill, it is solely about the art and the organic. My husband and I bond and learn together, we connect with nature together. These elements I could never fathom possible when I whimsically danced through my urban existence. Not that it wasn’t possible, it was far from my reach. My backyard here is an experience; my senses are heightened. As I stand tall on top of one of the Green Mountain peaks, I understand harmonious respect between human – woman and nature.
This category explores pieces of the wild from bow and arrow to recipe.
My steps still hold my whimsical air, yet more choreographed as I step out into the wild.