tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post2688215746881825885..comments2024-03-15T12:29:13.769-04:00Comments on EDIBLE LIVING | essays from field + table : Let Them Eat BaumkuchenSarah Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331086131439715972noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-62445149899147785682009-11-02T23:02:29.439-05:002009-11-02T23:02:29.439-05:00don't let me forget... I owe you a bottle of c...don't let me forget... I owe you a bottle of cherries =) Also, I need to get you some chives. My plot is going to be worked on this winter =( I need to transfer all my perennial goodies into buckets and take them home!Staceyhttp://www.justbraise.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-15681297001657133332009-10-29T22:29:29.160-04:002009-10-29T22:29:29.160-04:00Marilee, you lucky lady! What I wouldn't give ...Marilee, you lucky lady! What I wouldn't give to have apricot and plum trees right outside my door here. They are the perfect inspiration for endless baking adventures. <br /><br />If you don't already have it, you'll love The Backyard Orchardist by Stella Otto, the award-winning definitive guide on growing fruit trees at home. And then of course, you'll need Chez Panisse Fruit Edible Livingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-28561032000250339562009-10-27T18:38:02.039-04:002009-10-27T18:38:02.039-04:00I do hope you are not planning to leave the USA pe...I do hope you are not planning to leave the USA permanently. Since taking your cooking class in VT, I am hooked on your website, and on cake recipies with fruit. Found a great one with plums, I am sure you are behind the scenes on that one. My husband is now buying apricot and plum trees to add to berry and fruit orchard in Spring. MarileeMarileenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-18360247995931943172009-10-25T22:20:19.052-04:002009-10-25T22:20:19.052-04:00Sarah!
This story is so beautiful. I almost feel ...Sarah!<br /><br />This story is so beautiful. I almost feel like I was there. And I'm not one bit surprised at your resistance against a gas stove. You're such a purist:) I can't wait for the chance to see that idyllic little cottage.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03902498121123398233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-30573336535988007582009-10-21T03:54:24.292-04:002009-10-21T03:54:24.292-04:00Oh, and P.S. - your daddy never did like antiques ...Oh, and P.S. - your daddy never did like antiques - said it reminded him of just old, used stuff and he never could figure out why anybody that could have something new would want anything old....:-}.erinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-50551786979535426402009-10-21T03:49:21.544-04:002009-10-21T03:49:21.544-04:00Sarah and Kelly,
I had to cry. My earliest memor...Sarah and Kelly,<br /><br />I had to cry. My earliest memories were actually of the old Copeland farmhouse and the cook stove and a pan of water with a ladle for drinking water from the sistern. And most of all, Grandma's hot cobblers served with a spoon full of cream or a big ole scoop of vanilla ice cream that melted into a mixture of the sweetest and tartest sauce. Kind of a reminder of Erinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-12211738673406183872009-10-20T22:05:20.397-04:002009-10-20T22:05:20.397-04:00Sarah... what magic. I'm not just reading the ...Sarah... what magic. I'm not just reading the words; I'm smelling the simmering sour cherries, I'm seeing the arched brow of your dad when you refused his stove offer (what a good dad), and I'm honored to be a part (at least through your words) of this beautiful family and journey.Liznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484758749686551398.post-81110265039226876452009-10-20T14:14:33.410-04:002009-10-20T14:14:33.410-04:00What a sweet tale. Of course it reminds me of pic...What a sweet tale. Of course it reminds me of picking cherries from Carlos and Virginia's trees in Houston, MO. Since Eric and I were the smallest cousins then, we hauled up the sturdy trunks with buckets and worked our way through scratchy limbs to collect enough cherries to appease the Copeland family appetite for cobbler (not a small task, as you well know). Despite the rough nature of KCarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11574237163066886658noreply@blogger.com