Harvest and Honey

An open-ended love letter, culinarily inspired.


apple apple pies


I’ve been hitting the apple recipes a little hard recently, I will admit. But the humble apple is my favorite seasonal ingredient and I find that I’m always loading up my basket with heaps of different colored varieties … dreaming up ways to incorporate them into recipes both savory and sweet. My most recent daydreaming resulted in these handheld apple pies, which are nothing short of adorable – even Lucas commented immediately on them upon making their acquaintance in the kitchen last night. “Wow.” he said. “Those look awesome!

While inside I was simultaneously doing jazz hands and patting myself on the back, to him I just acted like it was no big deal … I just kept low-key washing dishes as I nodded in their direction on the stovetop where they cooled from their stint in the oven. “Oh those little things?” I replied, dripping with nonchalance. “I just whipped them up earlier with some extra apples I found lying around in the pantry.

Tee hee.  Continue reading



bless your heart, washington

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“All the sweetest winds,

they blow across the South.” – Ryan Adams, “Oh My Sweet Carolina”


A few weeks ago, I went on a weekend trip to Charleston, SC with my husband. My first time in the utterly charming city was cloaked in promise – in the great expectations that so often accompany any inaugural visit to a new place. My father-in-law was even so kind as to give me a quick run-through of the need-to-know information regarding Charleston and all it has to offer, seeing as how he’s been there a time or two and knows the lay of the land quite well. Decorated with cobblestone streets, victorian-era lampposts, secret gardens, and horse-drawn carriages, Charleston sits on a peninsula and is bordered on the East by the Cooper River (pronounced “cuppah”) and by the Ashley on the West. You have to grit your teeth together and sort of growl when you say it to sound like the locals, “err-shley …” 

I practiced this on the drive down. Continue reading


peaches and cream pie with sweet & salty butter cracker crust

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Situated about seven miles due West of the famed Gateway Arch, there is a neighborhood in St. Louis referred to as “The Hill.” Its streets are lined with Italian flags, small mom and pop trattorias, and fantastic Italian bakeries – even the fire hydrants are painted red, white, and green. Deemed St. Louis’ own Little Italy, The Hill is a neighborhood of which the locals are very proud and also very happy to frequent when it comes to food and drink. About six years ago, my husband and I spent a year living in St. Louis. Even though we were on a decidedly dine-in-only type of budget, we seemed to prefer throwing all caution and good sense out the window, opting instead to gallivant around the city, sampling any and all of the delicious bites that “The Lou” had to offer. The Hill played host to some of our favorite food destinations and I think for me, this had a lot to do with the novelty of living in a city that had a “Little Italy.” I got a kick out of that, and didn’t even realize until I had one that it was, apparently, something I’d always wanted. Continue reading