Hi. I’m Isabel, I cook and scribble. I make a lot of food and do a lot of writing, and Bread & Courage is what I have to show for it. It started as a simple food blog called TASTE but evolved into something more—a place where I express my love of food, community and the environment. Thanks for spending some time here—and be in touch!
I have a bit of a trek from Norwich to South Royalton, and sometimes when I drive home in the late afternoon, I get a little dozy. Not so much that other drivers should avoid me, but just enough to want to lie down on the couch when I get home, which can’t always be [...]
It’s a bit late to begin writing about winter, but I have been hibernating. Still and quiet, but whirling with ideas. Many come up when I sleep.This morning I got up quite early and did some stretching and had some coffee and my sleepy thoughts took shape.
The best thought was that I need to write more [...]
Mmmmm, big bird. I’ll be like you tomorrow–plumped up, sleepy, sedated…
I’ll have wine running through my veins, though, and tryptophan. I’ll listen to the 49ers and Ravens concuss each other, and I’ll be only half conscious. I’ll fall asleep, finally, on the couch, in my in-laws living room.
Imagine! Falling asleep too stuffed and boozy to [...]
Thank God I am still in Vermont! It gets better and better, if a bit colder. We had dinner recently, with new friends who have lived here a while, and the gentleman said he didn’t mind the cold because the sky tends to stay blue. That’s been true. In the morning, though, it’s often pink.
Lupe [...]
I love fall. I haven’t had a lot of time to cook for myself, but I immensely enjoy eating things other people make, especially if those things involve apples. Also, I love cider donuts. I’ve even found a recipe to try, someday…when I graduate from law school, start my career, have children and watch them [...]
It’s fall, so I rush around a lot. I’m getting used to not having time to linger over lunch. I have to bring it with me most days, and eat it while I read about hearsay or the Fourth Amendment. Despite the rigors of daily life, Sundays are sanctified by a roasted chicken. Christopher and [...]
