Inspiration. Show what inspires you.
Vivaldi, Van Gogh, a bookcase full of poetry and another full of cookbooks.
There are those family and friends who love and encourage me. The new baby.
But I needed a single photo tonight. Now! A single image as a response to Krista’s WPC.
I rummaged through archives. There were no trumpet concertos calling to me.
When I went to the fridge for some cold water there it was! I found the new gold foil package of Irish butter, purchased earlier today and sitting on the shelf calling to me. I felt inspired.
I added the eggs in the Pyrex bowl and the little bottle of vanilla extract my friend J sent at Christmas.
The box of raspberries.
I’m out of lemons but wish I had one to add. A slice of toast.
iPhone 6 shot in my dark kitchen with the side light by the sink illuminating the Irish butter still life, not the overhead lamp- too much glare.
Since we’re talking about meat…..
on the way home from school I stopped at DJ’s Butcher Block (Butcher Shop) on Penn Avenue.
What a selection of-
antibiotic free, local, grass fed, custom cut and ground meat.
There is also Amish Butter and Organic Cheese, one item I bought today was from Mercer County.
Local farms provide fresh eggs and rich milk that separates in a glass 1/2 gallon bottle (to be returned)
DJ the proprietor is a also a chef, trained at the Culinary Institute of America (I read in this Pgh CityPaper Article)
He knows what he is doing
for the vegetarian? A couple of vegetarians were in front of me buying sausage today.
Someone else was picking up a custom order of braciole.
You can get a Savory Meat Pie to take home and bake.
I bought a pound of the grass fed ground beef and made burgers which were delicious, fried up in a cast iron skillet.
During Little Italy Days I had photographed DJ at night. Thanks for allowing me to tour your butcher shop and photograph you again.
Ready to whisk eggs before scrambling,
adding some grated cheese, freshly ground pepper
It was the colors in the light that caught my attention.
This is the first time the daily prompt really spoke to me- ingredients.
WordPress offers daily inspiration to bloggers, if they want to respond. Here is the prompt by Ben Huberman
” What’s the one item in your kitchen you can’t possibly cook without? A spice, your grandma’s measuring cup, instant ramen — what’s your magic ingredient, and why?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us KITCHEN.”
Here’s part of my kitchen. Isn’t love the secret ingredient? I read a blog that says it is.
But I think I’ll choose the Kitchen-Aid mixer, the Kitchen-Aid mixer my dad bought me 25 years ago. The one I’ve used to make cakes for all the kids’ birthdays and graduations and cookies for all occasions. Now they are all grown and gone.
You need a lot of ingredients-
An electric kettle (thanks Laura)
The edge of the farmhouse sink and bit of my stove, the portable dishwasher top is laden with stuff- the knives,
a tin of olive oil.
I added my favorite nesting Pyrex bowls I’ve a thing for the big yellow one. It’s like the one my mom used to make her bread dough. Let it rise.
My grandmother’s recipes are in the wooden box on the shelf.
A couple of beat up baby cups, including my pewter one engraved with my name- Ruth Ella 1952
Tea in a tin.
My favorite French pepper mill a gift (1974) from my sister’s college friend Janet.
The bread board my sister gave me.
And how could I manage without vanilla?
Garlic keeper from Fredda at my shower in college. Got to have garlic. My brother sends me the best organic garlic from Okanogan WA.
But just one thing? I chose the mixer.
Definitely need butter, eggs, sugar and vanilla. Such a lovely start to so many things.
the close up
and then the shot with a bit more distance to see the all of the
Love my stove, oven and range hood, too. My pots and pans.
My colleague brought me a dozen fresh eggs from her chickens. Thanks S.
I loved how each egg had a date written on the end. I made an omelet this Saturday morning with some Cabot Creamery Extra Sharp White Cheddar. Maybe a tad too much butter. Couldn’t cook and photograph with the cell phone simultaneously. I was told you want “sound” when the eggs hit the pan.
I know the chickens are well cared for and eat organic feed. Fresh eggs make the best omelet. It was delicious. If I were a true photographer I would have made a neater looking one and photographed it again but no one else around to eat the wrinkled one. I went on Google images to see how my omelet fares by comparison and I think it is fine. These eggs are too precious to waste.
Yes, a little too much butter. Eat the toast with jam no butter due to excess amount on the eggs!
Hiding the imperfect folds with the farm grain bread toast. Now to polish the French PepperMill that was a wedding gift in 1974.
My sister and her friends went on a trip to Iceland. Euthemia sent me this photograph yesterday in response to the farm eggs post. I emailed and got permission to post her photo today.
Here’s what she wrote-
“Thought you’d like to see these. To add to your collection of beautiful naturally colored eggs. They taste much stronger than chicken eggs. I think scrambled with herbs would be better than the hard boiled were.
They look as if they were dyed with food coloring for Easter.
They are not.
UCONN-Rome dining hall Grillmeister cooking five omelettes simultaneously, while the fillings heat up under the small paper plates we’d each handed him with our filling choices. His cooking skill was something to watch. We had waited all week to get in the omelette line and today was the day. Well worth the short wait. Back to oatmeal tomorrow before we leave.