Fresh + Local = Supper
I stopped at a roadside stand in Georgia this week, and picked up some of the sweetest peaches, ever. The vidalia onions were enormous and irresistible, so those went into my market bag, too. I’ve been eating the peaches all week, but the onions were waiting for today… Wednesday means the Waynesville Farmer’s Market is […]
Saturday morning at the Farmer’s Market
This particular Saturday morning at the market was special: I was meeting up with a bride. Ron & Cheryl were married here last November, and now (because I’m insanely lucky) they are also my part-time neighbors. Our schedules have kept us like ships passing in the night, and I’m always arriving in Maggie Valley just […]
Savoring the Sweet Life
A cool, green, quiet space
Today is the perfect day to appreciate October’s Bright Blue Weather.
“Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting”
The Creek House kitchen
I have been remiss. With eleventy bazillion photos of the Creek House all over this website and also www.maggievalleycottage.com, I didn’t realize I skipped pictures of my hands-down favorite place to be – in the kitchen! Now, this is not a dream house magazine spread designer gourmet kitchen. Far from it. It isn’t snazzy. But […]
Picnic Lunch in the Great Smoky Mountains
At last! Something special for our hikers. Our Picnic Package always includes the basket – so that you can take it with you on your travels. We’ve just gotten in our newest edition of baskets: a backpack! These things are SO COOL! The body of the backpack is insulated, and when you unzip the outside […]
The WNC Cheese Trail – an artisnal delight
Head down to the Montgomery Street Market…
Wine Tasting at Frankie’s Italian Trattoria
The Ca’ Viola Barbera d’Alba… It stole my heart.
October’s Bright Blue Weather deserves a mention, today!
October’s Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885) O SUNS and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October’s bright blue weather; When loud the bumble-bee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant, And Golden-Rod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant; When Gentians roll […]
Picnic baskets, they way they oughta be
Ok, I’d like to think I’m fairly intelligent, but have to admit that it took me fifteen years (that’s right, years) to finally figure out that when folks leave here with a picnic basket, it should be a memento of their time in the mountains, not a Made in China purchase. Good heavens. Years. Yesterday, […]