Hello, Readers new and old!
I launched this here substack in December 2020. Since then I’ve published at least 200 recipes, along with posts about food history from Duncan Hines to Edward VII’s remarkable eating habits.
Last week’s blueberry galette recipe spurred me to check my archives for all the blueberry recipes I’ve done to date. Blueberries are in season, should be affordable at the market, so I’ve posted summary links to past recipes. Blue wave, know what I mean?
[Speaking of politics, I’ve lost some subscribers recently because I have a tendency to discuss recipes and the news in the same substack. That’s how I grew up and how I am. It’s innate, I’m afraid.]
Anyhoo many good things are in my archive. I hope you’ll enjoy the reminders of some great summer hits, along with new recipes over the next month.
And now a word from Mr. Robert Frost himself on blueberries, from the 1915 poem “Blueberries,” which you can read in its entirety on Poets.Org.
“"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"
My politics come from the kitchen table, where my parents discussed current events and local and national politics. I accompanied my parents to polling places and brought my own child with me there as well (and now, as an adult, they have voted in every election). Politics are a kitchen table and food-related subject, so while I'm sorry that you have lost readers, I'm glad it's something you talk about because it's so important.
Along with your recipes I await your commentary on things real. I am sorry you have lost some readers but it is their loss. I pity them.