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Recipe: rum raisin ice cream

NaBlo-Freaking-WriMo day 21.

Okay, it’s not actually NaBlo-Freaking-WriMo, but that’s how I’m feeling about it. [Oh! Please don't forget to vote for my charity on the Good Bite/Quaker Oats video competition - clicky clicky on the linky linky. Look for Cherries Jubilee and help Farm to School win $10,000. Thank you!] Present Me wants to go back and smack Past Me upside the head for signing on because far too many things are falling into the neglect pile. Well, it’s time for a recipe so I’ll quit with the chit chat and git-a-goin’.

I don’t care what time of year it is, it is never too cold for ice cream. Boozy ice creams are particularly welcome during the winter holiday months. Cream and booze – so festive! I make a lot of ice cream because it is my favorite way to use up all of those egg yolks. I don’t tend to indulge much though… tummy aches. I serve the ice cream to dinner guests or I’ll assign Jeremy a couple of flavors to finish so I can clear the freezer for more ice cream. But there are a few flavors that I have a little love affair with: pralines and cream, butter pecan, and rum raisin.

that’s right, rum

four yolkie dokies

straining the custard

stirring in the cream

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Recipe: prosciutto-wrapped figs

Day four of NaBloWriMo and I haven’t flubbed it up yet!

I’m home at last, and while I love love love exploring the natural beauty of Colorado, I love even more how good it feels to be home. This was an excellent scouting trip – not much of a shooting trip. Jeremy kept telling me that he was sorry this road trip didn’t have much in the way of colors (or even leaves for that matter), but I kept replying, “It’s okay, I got a lot of good opportunities earlier in the week.” I suppose it’s hard to imagine how good it was just four days ago when all of the stands are gray and devoid of color now. Now I can finally sit down to do some serious processing. Beth sent me some of her pics from the shoot. We had such a good time.

hard not to smile when you catch the aspens at the right time (courtesy beth bartel)

We shot from sun up to sun down, in the heat and in the freezing cold, we clambered up steep forested slopes and ate a lot of dust on dirt backroads. I’ve learned a great deal about getting the shot over the past several years and I continue to learn with each season, with each time I press the shutter release. The process is becoming more and more rewarding. I hope you are enjoying some of these captures as well.

aspens seem to make their own light

caught just before the storms

waves of color

Before September became officially INSANE, I shot several recipes to tide urb over until my schedule eased up a little. I’m looking at these pictures and realizing that figs are most likely on their way out for most of us if not completely gone. That’s too bad, but just keep this in mind for whenever you can get your greedy little paws on some fresh figs again.

fresh figs are a gazillion times better than dried figs (i eat those too)

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Recipe: apple galette

I have lost my mind and joined NaBloWriMo again! What is NaBloWriMo, you ask? It’s insanity! But it’s fun insanity, so there I am. Basically, I’m posting every day for the month of October and NaBloWriMo is short for National Blog Writing Month. Insanity…

Oh hey, I was recently interviewed by the Daily Camera (Boulder’s local paper) for an article on food photography. Check out the online version if you’re bored.

The fall colors are getting wacky this year, but I just returned from a 3-day shoot and considering all of the circumstances (dull color, high winds, stripped stands) we managed to get some pretty decent captures.

beth was my shooting partner on the trip – she is awesome

fresh snowfall on the sneffels range

golden mature aspen stands

I’m heading out again Friday for another 3-day shoot. Keep fingers crossed for me that it won’t be a bust! Winter keeps huffing and puffing at Colorado’s doorstep. I think fall will be short-lived this year. That’s both good and bad. Based on my up close and personal interactions with the weather these past few days, it is safe to say that summer is dead to me now. If standing in a shower of gently falling (sometimes violently flying) golden aspen leaves doesn’t make you think summer is over, then 45 mph winds blasting 20°F air and pelts of snow certainly will. And with fall comes apples. Lovely, juicy, crisp, sweet, tart apples.

let’s make an apple galette

peel the apples

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