The Alaska from Scratch Cookbook: Seasonal, Scenic, Homemade by Maya Wilson (Eng

Description: The Alaska from Scratch Cookbook by Maya Wilson Based on a wildly popular blog of the same name, this gorgeous and cozy cookbook showcases the beauty and seasonal ingredients of Alaska. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Based on a wildly popular blog of the same name, this gorgeous and cozy cookbook showcases the beauty and seasonal ingredients of Alaska.From Alaska from Scratch blogger Maya Wilson comes a beautifully scenic cookbook celebrating Alaska and its ocean-to-table, homemade food culture.When Maya Wilson and her three kids transplanted to Alaska in 2011, she didnt know what to expect. But what she ended up finding was home-and she turned her love for the gorgeous landscapes and fresh cuisine into the now hugely popular blog Alaska from Scratch.Mayas first book is filled with 75 delicious, family-friendly recipes that are based on the seasonality of Alaska. Theres an abundance of wild berries, so summer recipes are full of them, and to get through the cold winters, she includes hearty soups and pot pies. Her recipes-sheet pan balsamic chicken, coffee chocolate chip banana bread, and Kenai cheeseburgers-are created for busy families like hers. And of course, she incorporates plenty of the seafood Alaska is famous for- halibut poached in Thai curry, a salmon superfood salad, and local recipes like reindeer sausage and moose shepherds pie. Author Biography Maya Wilson launched the Alaska from Scratch blog in 2011. Since then, it has grown to be Alaskas premier food blog, reaching a global audience in the millions each year. She is a food columnist for the Alaska Dispatch News, a chef, and a recipe developer. She lives on Alaskas Kenai Peninsula. Promotional Based on a wildly popular blog of the same name, this gorgeous and cozy cookbook showcases the beauty and seasonal ingredients of Alaska. Promotional "Headline" Based on a wildly popular blog of the same name, this gorgeous and cozy cookbook showcases the beauty and seasonal ingredients of Alaska. Excerpt from Book INTRODUCTION "P.S. You should write a cookbook." Just like that, she said it, handwritten in pen on creamy off-white lined paper. She discreetly placed the letter on the kitchen counter just before she left Alaska on a flight back to San Diego. She knew I was sure to find it there waiting in the kitchen after our tear-soaked goodbye in the driveway. At the very bottom of the note, I found this simple postscript, disguised as an afterthought, but very much not. That pesky little P.S. carried so much weight for me and stirred me to the core, just precisely as she knew it would. Everyone needs someone like her in their life--that one person who pushes you, believes in you, fights for you, continually reminds you, "You have it in you." The one who has a way of getting you to verbalize all of the things inside of you that do not yet have words, the person who sees the unwritten book within and demands you let it out. We all need at least one person who helps us find the courage to lean into exactly whom we were meant to be. Amid the chaos of my three young children on vacation from school, the bustle of summer houseguests, and the frantic clicking of my springer spaniels paws on the wood floors, I swirl about the kitchen preparing dinner for eight--a large pot of ginger peanut hoisin noodles fit for a crowd. The unmistakable aroma of garlic lingers heavily in the air. I grab my stack of mismatched Alaska pottery bowls and dish up pile after pile of glistening noodles tangling together with cilantro and scallions. "Who wants chopsticks?" I call out to no one in particular and everyone at once, holding about a dozen of them in my hand. "Dont forget the Sriracha," I suggest, nodding my head in the general direction of the essential red bottle as I continue to plate the last of the food. Someone eagerly jumps up and grabs it, transferring it to the table, where it gets passed around. All the seats are now full, including the dark wood piano bench from downstairs that creates extra space for guests. The overabundant summer sunlight pours in the unshaded windows, casting everything in gold, illuminating the shapes of the tall evergreen trees just outside. A hush falls over the house as I look on from behind the kitchen counter, that sudden quiet when everyone contentedly comes to rest at the table and begins to eat. I live for that moment. I pause to soak it in, slowly scanning the room to make sure everyone has what they need. Then, finally, I let out a deep breath and lean over the counter to rest my legs, taking a couple of bites of noodles. One head turns and watches me from the dining room. She stops eating midbite and keeps looking in my direction, waiting. Her eyes break away, scanning the table briefly, a flicker. "Maya, come sit with us," she urges. Two other guests look up from their bowls, suddenly aware, and they chime in. One of them jumps up to locate a chair for me. I lower my head, my face flushed with embarrassment, and wave my hand dismissively to say Im fine. She insists with her eyes. I reluctantly agree as another chair is placed and I am out of excuses. This was the day I realized there was no place for me at my own table. Somewhere along the way I had become like Mrs. Patmore on Downton Abbey who pours her life into preparing and serving dinner each day, but never emerges from the downstairs kitchen, where she can be found eating leftovers and washing dishes. I was hiding in plain sight. The food was the representation of me at the table, but I had become invisible. I hadnt set a place for myself, nor had I demanded one be made for me. I was nourishing others but didnt feel worthy of the same nourishment myself. That night over those noodles, someone saw me. She didnt just see the Maya leaning over the kitchen counter, but she saw the little Maya within, the child with food insecurity standing in the schoolyard trying not to look longingly at everyone elses lunch. The little girl who quietly hoped someone would share their sandwich, yet who felt deeply ashamed when someone actually did. So I set out in life, rather subconsciously, to fill that empty stomach by nourishing those around me, attempting to ensure that no one I loved would ever know that same sense of hunger, unworthiness, lack of belonging, or shame. I strive to feed people, take care of them, and make them feel safe and at home. When I open up my kitchen, I open up myself, and somehow that vulnerable girl within me feels a little bit fuller and a little less small. Writing this book is a daily exercise in making a place for myself at the table. Come sit with me. FOOD PHILOSOPHY There are a few things Id like you to know about me and my food philosophy as you read this book. I live in a modest three-bedroom rental home on the Kenai Peninsula with my family of five, along with our dog, Rosie. My kitchen is not lar≥ my appliances are not new; my countertops are not big, and they are not made of marble. Or granite. Or butcher block. Although I think all of those are splendid and beautiful. I dont have a lot of expensive kitchen equipment or an expansive collection of dishes and props. Heck, I dont even have a pantry. I have a lazy Susan inside of a low cupboard that I use as a makeshift pantry. We bought our dining room table on clearance, and it seats all of us comfortably in the small dining space adjacent to the kitchen. I do nearly all of my cooking, eating, and food styling in these spaces. While it may not be fancy, it is cozy and simple and adequate. There is ample space for both food and memories to be made. There is plenty of room for love and nourishment to take place. Thats all I really need. The rest is gravy. I like to think that Im not so different from your average working mother of three. On school days, Im the earliest riser. The coffeepot is my alarm clock, and I wake up to the smell of dark roast brewing and the faint sounds of trickling and intermittent puffs of steam. Im up at 5:30 a.m. drinking my first cup of coffee in an attempt to ready myself for the long day ahead. I proceed to wake up the kids one by one, make breakfast, and pack three very standard sack lunches. While its still dark, I drive my kids to the bus stop in my Subaru Outback with the cracked windshield. A great many windshields in Alaska are cracked. Its a thing. I imagine its due to the frigid temperatures and all the gravel roads tossing rocks around. One hardly knows, but it adds to my Subarus rugged Alaska-ness, so I embrace it. Most mornings, my wife and I sit together at the table over the crossword puzzle, coffee in hand. My second cup, her first. Mine with vanilla creamer, hers black. We then enjoy a small breakfast--almost always a couple of eggs on a shared plate, two forks. If I have a deadline for my newspaper column looming, Ill go straight from the bus stop to the local market, shuffling into the store in my fuzzy slippers and sweatpants, with a knit beanie on my head, to pick up a few ingredients for recipe testing. The grocers all know me there, greet me warmly, and joke about how often I visit the store, but none of them have any idea what I do for a living. No one has ever asked, and its not usually information I volunteer. I go incognito. Anonymity is hard to come by in this small town, and in Alaska in general, so I tend to guard it fiercely whenever I can find it. When I pull back into my driveway after shopping, my retired neighbor across the street might be shoveling snow. When he sees me, hell wave to me, his big yellow dog somewhere nearby. I might offer him some baked goods in exchange for bringing his snow blower over and clearing my driveway. His face will light up and he will gladly oblige. Because in Alaska, we help each other out, trading one kindness for another. At the end of the day, there is nothing particularly glamorous about this pajama-clad food writing gig of mine. If I can make this food, you can make it, too. I am self-taught. I grew up reading cookbooks and devouring cooking shows, and I have always had an unquenchable curiosity about ingredients, new flavors, and the food preferences of those around me. I collect peoples food preferences like a secret recipe box stashed inside my head. I pride myself on knowing both the favorite and most despised flavors of my friends, family, and guests. I am well acquainted with their food allergies and diet restrictions, too. I suppose its the way Im wired. SALMON BURGERS WITH SESAME SLAW AND WASABI MAYO Makes 4 Salmon burgers are very Alaska. You can find variations of them in restaurants and homes statewide. They are at the top of the list of my favorite ways to enjoy and serve local sockeye salmon, a real crowd pleaser to make for guests. Even fish-averse kiddos tend to enjoy salmon when it comes in burger form. I admit I may even enjoy a good salmon burger more than a traditional hamburger. Gasp. While a great many salmon burger recipes call for leftover salmon thats already been cooked and flaked, mixed with bread crumbs as a binder, I prefer to make my burgers with raw cubed salmon and panko. This method produces a beautiful, moist patty that really lets the salmon stand out. Once youve got this method down, you can play with different toppings. They are fantastic with classic burger fixins like red onion, tomato, and lettuce with a garlicky lemon mayonnaise or homemade tartar sauce. Or, in this version, I evoked the flavors of sushi--ginger Details ISBN1635650631 Author Maya Wilson Year 2018 ISBN-10 1635650631 ISBN-13 9781635650631 Format Hardcover Pages 272 Subtitle Seasonal, Scenic, Homemade Country of Publication United States DEWEY 641.59798 Short Title The Alaska from Scratch Cookbook Language English Publication Date 2018-02-20 UK Release Date 2018-02-20 Place of Publication Emmaus, PA Imprint Rodale Books AU Release Date 2018-02-20 NZ Release Date 2018-02-20 US Release Date 2018-02-20 Illustrations 100 colour photographs Publisher Potter/Ten Speed/Harmony/Rodale Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:117752387;

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