What we offer as Harvest & Gather will be different than any other series in Pittsburgh. We’re moving the farm dinners away from the farm, inviting guests to overlooked spaces with transformation potential. We’re calling attention to the aged bones of our city, to the storied layers and the past, through design, food and storytelling. My sentiments for architecture preservation run parallel to my sentiments for farms. There are lessons in bricks and in seeds that we risk losing.
“One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.” ~ Henry David Thoreau In the middle of August, we gathered to celebrate the farmers, the fields and the bounty! As autumn enters gracefully, let us cling to the little bits of summer we can, perhaps all year long. Here’s the menu recap: A Mint Themed Dinner… Keep Reading
The cashier withdrew the receipt he had been pushing towards me. He skimmed it with a puzzled look on his face, searching for an error. “I guess it’s right. I just didn’t expect your order to cost that much money.” “Consider it my super power,” I responded, grinning through the sinking feeling. As I pulled into the driveway, the neighbor… Keep Reading
I’m not one of those foodies who spends hours in front of The Food Network. My only bond with cooking shows was during my nannying stint in Paris, when I watched to learn more French and inspire my menus. The tv personalities solidified my understanding of the words butter, cream, more butter and more cream. Yet, like a foreigner attempting… Keep Reading
“What do you do?” I used to dread this question. I wasn’t fulfilled with how I was spending 40+ hours of my week, nor was I really sure how I would rather be spending 40+ hours of my week. Like a neon sign unplugged after closing time, I wanted to turn off my title, not explain it. Once I dove… Keep Reading
August 2014 The absolute fullest I have ever been was after an Easter dinner prepared by my friend’s Italian mother. Portobello mushrooms called my name through thick Italian accents. “Quel-ci, you want to eat-a us! Just-a one-a more bite-a!” After heeding the mushrooms’ call (and a lasagna’s call, and bread’s call, and cheese’s call, etc), I was so full I just wanted to… Keep Reading
June 2014 When I had a day job with a 401(k) and all that responsible “stuff,” I shared an office with a Brooklyn transplant who felt a burning desire to tell me the numerous reasons why I was living in the wrong city. Am I a diehard Pittsburgher? Not at all. Does Brooklyn make my heart melt? Sure. Do I want to… Keep Reading