Heidi was born and raised in Fairbanks, and grew up in and around the waters of the Chena River. She graduated with a degree in History from the University of Alaska Fairbanks, and received her law degree from Willamette University. A lawyer by day and self-taught home cook at night, she is passionate about cooking and creating tasty, uncomplicated food. She is also a firm believer in buying local produce and products whenever possible, and is an avid fisherwoman. She currently lives in Anchorage with her trusty terrier, Milo.
My love for Brussels sprouts extends far and deep, years before they became a fad at hip eateries in Chicago and San Francisco. It all goes back to a time when the idea finding a fresh Brussels sprouts at the grocery store in Fairbanks was unthinkable, and so ours came to the dinner table via frozen baggies from the super market.
It all goes back to a time when Holly and I were obsessed with Barbies.
For Christmas this year, my adorable nieces in Fairbanks gave me the holiday death plague. Complete with hacking cough, sore throat, congestion…you get the idea. I feel like death warmed over.
In my delirious, sick-y state I decided I needed to bake something. I know, I know. I’m a terrible baker.
Ah, Thanksgiving. A time for friends and family to gather around the table in love and friendship, so that we may all sit down, say grace, and stuff our faces full of delicious foods drenched in butter and cream.
At this point, what I really should tell you about is this delectable little recipe I am sharing with you for your holiday table. But what I really want to tell you about is how I’m getting a turkey on a plane for Thanksgiving.
There comes a time in every woman’s life when her grit, determination, and willpower are put to the test. A time when resolve and fortitude are challenged in a epic battle of skill, creativity, and knowledge.
Of course, I’m talking about the Alaska Sustainable Seafood Cookoff! The Challenge: Four duos battle it out in one hour to produce the best seafood dish for 5 local foodie judges.
I’m a bit salmon obsessed of late, and for good reason. You see, after an extremely successful fishing trip in Valdez’s Prince William Sound, I’m a bit salmon-heavy at my house. And frankly, that’s putting it lightly.
It comes down to this: if I don’t eat all this salmon, I can’t fit anything else in my freezer.
There comes a time in every woman’s life where they sort of just hit a wall. For me, it happened this week.
The wall came in the form of: several bills from house projects completed over the summer, an unexpected brake replacement on my Jeep, a hot water heater on the fritz, and just for good measure, a boiler that decided to take a little break.
There is something in your kitchen that you’ve been neglecting. Perhaps you received it as a wedding present. Or its been passed down to you from your grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother. Or maybe you’ve been living without one all this time.
The cast iron skillet.
Here’s what I think. When you make something this healthy that tastes this good, it is your responsibility as a human being to share it with the world.
And by world, I really mean with all my girlfriends. Because who needs a tofu popscicle or dairy-free/wheat-free/vegan/bilingual/yoga-enthusiast green smoothie when you can eat something that tastes DELICIOUS and probably cures cancer at the same time?!
I love ALL Alaskan seafood. Halibut, cod, scallops, spot prawns, king crab…the list goes on. It is THE BEST in the world.
But for my money, nothing compares to delicious, healthy, and sustainable wild Alaska salmon. Some of my favorite childhood memories involved a boat, a river, and a fishing pole with a fighting salmon at the other end of the line.
When I first started my blog almost two years ago, I had a certain idea about what food I wanted to write about. I wanted to talk about the food I love to cook, and the food I love to eat.
But there are some things I LOVE to eat, but I just don’t think about as “recipes.”
I can’t let another holiday season pass by without writing about my favorite vegetable dish in the whole world. Roasty, toasty Brussels sprouts. The most wonderful veggie preparation of them all.
If you’ve tried Brussels sprouts (named after the city that made them popular) and think you hate them, you don’t.
I love fall. The crisp autumn air, the crush of fallen leaves underfoot, and the abundance of pumpkins and apples in the local grocery store.
In the midst of enjoying the bounty of rich and hearty dishes at this time of year, I’ve noticed a peculiar thing happening in my wardrobe. You see, it’s shrinking.
I had a barley risotto at one of my favorite restaurants not too long ago and I’ve been itching to try my hand at it ever since.
My friend Marika told me about this delicious pesto risotto she found on her favorite vegan food blog, and I decided to adapt it using barley instead.
Growing up in Fairbanks as a kid in the 80s, we didn’t exactly have access to the freshest ingredients or have the most diverse array of restaurants.
Despite that, my parents did their best to expose us kids to a broad spectrum of cuisines. Or rather, their idea of a broad spectrum.
Like any good foodie, I love me some prosciutto. And baby arugula. A salad topped with dried figs, goat cheese, and a balsamic vinaigrette and I’m in heaven. A pinch of saffron to enhance color and flavor.
Sometimes, even I’m just too pretentious for my own good.